Chapter 11 Bewildered

Ali Ahmed POV

Omer was his son?

That didn't make any sense.

Ali stood, frozen, by the door. He was too hot in his jacket in the warm living room, but he didn't dare move to shrug it off. He just stared at Kyra across the room still in her green dress, her hair now coming out of the formal twist to send ringlets down her shoulders. That little boy, with the airplane pajamas and the messy hair, was his son?

"Ali, say something," Kyra said. She stepped closer to him, though they were still separated by a few feet. "I know this must be a huge shock and I don't blame you for that."

"I have a son." Ali repeated her words, hoping that they would help him make sense of what was going on. There was no way that he had a son.

Except for that one night, years ago, when he and Kyra had finally let the barriers between them slip away. It had been the best night of his life, something that Ali could never forget. Had that night led to something permanent? Had it led to that little boy in the hallway