Chapter Fifty-Three – What Is Missing?/ What is real.
That night, Zahid showed Angel her room.
He did not rush it.
He opened the door slowly, as if giving her time to decide whether she wanted to step in or not. The room was quiet, warm, and softly lit. Clean, but not empty. Lived in, but not crowded.
"This is your room," he said.
Angel stepped inside.
The bed was large. The sheets were plain, light colored. A small lamp sat on the bedside table. The curtains were half drawn, letting in the faint glow of streetlights from outside. There was a chair by the window, a low shelf with a few books, and a door that led into a walk in closet.
Angel nodded slowly. "It is nice."
Zahid watched her carefully. "If you want anything changed, say it."
She shook her head. "It is fine, I love it this way."
He hesitated, then added, "I will be downstairs if you need me."
She looked at him. "Thank you."
