Chapter 73, Relief.
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The phone pressed against Laith's ear felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. It felt like eternity before Ali finally answered.

"Ali... I I'm in trouble," Laith blurted out, his words tumbling over each other. The salty sea wind whipped at his back, carrying the scent of brine and his own rising panic. "I need you to come. Now."

On the other end, Ali's casual greeting shifted instantly into concern. "Where are you?"

Laith's gaze darted to the crashing waves, their rhythmic mirroring the chaos in his heart. "By the sea. Near the old pier. "His fingers clenched around the phone. "Please come."

A heartbeat of silence. Then Ali replied "Okay, I'm coming."

The line went dead, leaving Laith alone with the gulls' cries and the growing weight of what he'd done.

When Ali arrived he found laith sitting alone on a bench, he could tell something was wrong from his voice on the phone, after approaching him he was sure of it.

"Talk to me," Ali demanded as he settled on the bench.

And so Laith
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