“Why what?”
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“Why take me? You have nothing. Now you have nothing plus a woman who cannot even see the bread she eats.”
She heard him shift against the doorframe. “Perhaps,” he said softly, “having nothing is easier when you have someone to share the silence with.”
The weeks that followed were a slow awakening. In her father’s house, Zainab had lived in a state of sensory deprivation, told to be still, to be quiet, to be invisible. Yusha did the opposite. He became her eyes, but not through simple description. He painted the world in her mind with the precision of a master.
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