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81. Guilty and Worried

For a second a wave of astonishment sweeps over Ashar's face, but he hides it quickly and composes himself, "I don't have new clothes."

Those bruises on his face are distressing me. I want to know what happened to him in the lock up.

"You can ask your driver to bring fresh clothes for you." I shrug and head into the building without waiting for him.

As I enter into my house, I instantly throw my phone on the couch and sprint towards the kitchen side to quickly cook something for him. I don't know if they had fed him in the prison or not. Even if they did, it would've surely made his stomach sick.

Ten minutes pass and I finally see Zoya with her father enter into my house. Ashar has a large paper bag in his one hand, probably carrying his fresh clothes. His other hand is holding Zoya. He put her down on the floor. Zoya runs inside, takes my phone and sits on the couch. She has developed an obsession of playing Jewel Mania in my phone. It's a game

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