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Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Part I
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Part II
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Chapter 60
  66. Chapter 61
  67. Epilogue
  68. Author’s Note
  69. Acknowledgments
  70. About the Author
  71. Also by Nadia Hashimi
  72. About the Publisher

I fell asleep crying, wondering if I was right or wrong to have bowed my head during the service. I’d prayed to the only God I’d ever prayed to. I’d prayed for Tilly to get better and Antonia to come for me and for God to take good care of my parents and brother. But I’d felt nothing, not the tiny comfort that came from praying beside my mother or hearing the familiar song of the Qur’an being read. Maybe, I’d wondered, I’d gone too far from home for God to hear me.

In the morning, Shawna and Gabriel readied themselves for school. I stayed in bed until Shawna came back upstairs.

“It’s very late. I told Janet you were washing up and changing your clothes, so please hurry.”

I pulled the blanket over my face, not wanting her to see my face.

“Aryana?” she said gently. “Aren’t you going to get up? They’ll be upset.”

I could hear the concern in her voice, even if I couldn’t feel particularly moved by it this morning.

“Please. You still . . . you still have to get up.”

Maybe because of her, I shuffled my way to the bathroom, where I washed up and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. We ate breakfast together, dry cereal with one slice of apple for each of us. Hungry as I’d been when I’d gone to bed the night before, I barely touched a flake.

“Why aren’t you eating, Anna?” Janet asked, standing over me with her hands on her hips. “We will not allow wastefulness here. Surely you can understand that, coming from the kind of place you come from.”

I forced half a spoon of cereal into my mouth.

Gabriel gave me a hug before he left. He looked up at me with eyes round with hope, urging me to remember the earthworm he had dangled in front of me while we were in the garden and the rock Shawna had found that glittered with flecks of gold and silver. She’d slipped it into her pocket to ask her science teacher to confirm the treasure.

But that had been before last night. That seemed so long ago.

“Look under my bed. I have something special there. You can have one if you want,” Shawna whispered to me once she made sure Janet wasn’t close enough to hear.