As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet neighborhood, Omar found himself pacing outside Zina's apartment building. Each step felt heavy, burdened by a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions that churned within him. His mind, shrouded in the fog of doubt, was gripped by an urgent need to unearth the truths that lay buried within the enigmatic tendrils of their shared history.
The bond between Zina and Smail had always been a source of unease for Omar. Despite Zina's reassurances and Smail's seemingly genuine demeanor, a nagging suspicion lingered in the back of his mind, fueled by the cryptic messages and veiled glances that passed between them. The hidden whispers and furtive glances bespoke a story that remained concealed from Omar's grasp, a puzzle he was determined to solve.
