Atifa's pov:
I was sitting in our room, blankly staring at the phone in my hand while the kids played outside. I was still thinking about the same thing over and over again. I couldn't get those thoughts out of my mind, they didn't seem to leave me! And it made me frustrated. I didn't know if I was frustrated with myself or my thoughts. But they both seemed to be playing a vital role.
I wanted to apologise, I really did. But I didn't know how. I was too ashamed of myself. How would he react? Would he even be able to forgive me? What if he wouldn't even like to see my face anymore? That could be a possibility because since the time that they arrived here, he didn't speak even a word to me. Did I seem that bad to him? Was I really that bad?
A knock on the door pulled me out of my mess. Heaving a tired sigh, I replied. "Come in."