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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Dedication
  4. Time's Up
  5. Acknowledgments
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One
  8. 1. Amira Babir
  9. 2. Sorrow
  10. 3. Malik
  11. Part Two
  12. 4. Childhood
  13. 5. Nanny Karin
  14. 6. Friendship
  15. 7. Black Dream
  16. 8. The End of Childhood
  17. Part Three
  18. 9. Jihan
  19. 10. Good-Byes
  20. 11. Alone
  21. Part Four
  22. 12. Ali
  23. 13. Honeymoon
  24. 14. Marriage
  25. 15. Motherhood
  26. 16. Philippe
  27. 17. A Man in The Night
  28. Part Five
  29. 18. Fear
  30. 19. Remali Police
  31. 20. Morning Visitors
  32. 21. Prodigal’ Return
  33. 22. Escape
  34. 23. Brother Peter
  35. 24. M. Cheverny
  36. 25. Enemies
  37. 26. A New Woman
  38. Part Six
  39. 27. An All- American Boy
  40. 28. Genevieve
  41. 29. Carolyn
  42. 30. Incident In Toronto
  43. 31. Laila
  44. 32. Cameron
  45. 33. Mustafa
  46. 34. Ali
  47. 35. Karim
  48. 36. Travis
  49. 37. Evasion
  50. 38. Brad
  51. 39. Mirages
  52. Part Seven
  53. 40. Truth
  54. 41. Retribution
  55. 42. Redemption
  56. Epilogue
  57. About the Author

It was an unusual one. Carolyn, a few years older, tried to be a mentor, instructing Jenna in subtleties of American—or at least Bostonian—tastes in dress, makeup, and interior decoration. She even prodded Jenna to take up ten- nis, and Jenna, eager to please her new friend, went so far as to take lessons. It was a disaster; as the pro put it on the morning that he advised her to try almost any other sport, “Jenna, you simply have no concept of hitting a racket ball.’’

At the same time that Carolyn took a dominant role socially, she also leaned on Jenna emotionally. It was obvious that she badly wanted a confidante, preferably one from outside her accustomed circle. Yet, her confidences were slow in coming, delivered in little bits and pieces. They had to do, of course, with her husband.

Cameron Chandler was a mystery to Jenna. His demeanor toward her was, at first, cordial, then merely indulgent, then almost hostile. She suspected that he was threatened by her closeness to Carolyn; many men felt that way about their wives’ friends. She finally mentioned it to Carolyn.

“Please, Jenna. It’s the same way he reacts to my family. He feels insecure around them, and so he makes up reasons to dislike them. God, the nonsense. It’s a real problem.”

“Why should he feel insecure?”

“Do you really want to know? I wonder if you’ll understand. What it comes down to is that his people have been better-fixed financially over the last couple of generations than mine, but mine have been in Boston two centuries longer.” It was no news to Jenna that discrepancies in family prestige might contribute to marital discord, although when she was new to the country, it had come as a surprise to her that Americans could concern themselves with such matters almost as much as Remalis. The Americans she had known in the Middle East had never mentioned their ancestors farther back than a grandparent or two, and even then, their stories often seemed to emphasize how poor their families had been. In any case, the idea of the ancientness of Carolyn’s line versus the wealth of Cameron’s as a major cause of strife rang untrue—more likely, it was only a symptom of a deeper problem. Nor did it explain Cameron’s obvious resentment of Jenna.