The price of love might be madness—though I don't believe in madness.Dima sat on her bed in her room, tense, lighting a cigarette. She didn't finish it, extinguished it, and lit another. She extinguished that one and lit another. She filled the glass from the whiskey bottle beside her to the brim, downed it in one gulp, filled another, and left it beside her.She picked up her phone and opened the internet. She found a picture of Ghada's accident on the news. She looked at the picture and recoiled in anger, saying,Dima: You son of a bitch! You animal! So, she loves you or you kill her? She wept bitterly, put down her phone, and took another sip of whiskey.—Despite the blood, perhaps we will part ways on the road.* Amal and Sophia in the living roomAmal was sitting on the sofa upholstered in a soft, pearly fabric, and beside her was Sophia, who looked pale, lost in a silent, almost bewildered reverie.A heavy silence filled the room
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