Chapter 16 The Falling
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The weeks after the engagement were the happiest of Muneer's life.

He didn't know it at the time. He only knew that he woke up each morning thinking of Layan, and fell asleep each night still thinking of her. In between, he worked. He watered plants. He arranged flowers. He taught Saeed the difference between a peony and a ranunculus.

But his mind was always with her.

---

They met for coffee at a small café near the university.

"I can't believe you've never read this book," Layan said, holding
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