“My what?” I turned to Aarav. “Did you give them access to our account?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. My stomach did it for him.
I packed a bag and texted Soraya. No shouting. No slammed doors. I left—because the person I needed to protect was me. I told Aarav I needed time. He didn’t fight me. That said more than anything else.Continue reading…
