82. Guilty and Worried (Cont...)

When Zoya succumbs to sleep, I silently walk out of the room and see Ashar is sitting at the same chair, scrolling down his phone's screen.

I walk to him and stand in front to get his attention. He looks up at me, placing his phone down on the table, "Did she sleep?"

"Why?"

He lifts up his brows in confusion, rising on his feet.

"Why did you wait for me? Why you stayed in the lockup when you could come out of it?"

"Because," He rubs his temples, "I got angry on one of the cops because he kept provoking me so he got angrier and confiscated my phone and even locked me in a cell with real criminals to punish me."

"What..." I trail off.

"I really had a horrible time there. You've no idea how impatiently I waited for you because you were the only one who knew where I could be." He exhales out a loud breath, "I'm tired now."

I move my face to my side, trying to picture the scenarios that could have happen to him. Those criminals woul