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The following day.
“Mom, we need to talk—” Latif pauses when sees her mother's face.
Mrs. Kush halts on her steps and looks at her daughter.
“Why are you crying?”
“Your dad...”
“My dad what?!”
“He—”
Latif waits for her to say it, but she seals her mouth and wipes her tears.
“Nothing. It's nothing.”
“Mom, If you don't tell me—what is happening, I'm going to call the police.”
“You can't do that.”
“Then, tell me,”
“Not right now. I need to go.”
“Haven't you ruined enough lives. Just see what Gabriella did to me, because of all these. You're hurting everyone around you,”
Her mother looks away, uncomfortably, and she asks
“Where is dad? We need to talk this, together.”
Mrs. Kush brings her gaze up, remorsefully.
“Latifa...he's not here.”
She squints her eyes at her. “What have you done, mom? Where's dad?”
“I have unfinish business. I should go.”
“I won't. I won't let you get more lives at stake.”