slightly, but he listened.
“I know you may not want to speak to me again, but I need to tell you something about Muna.”
He froze.
“Did Muna ever tell you she has a daughter?”
His breath caught.
“A daughter?”
The message continued.
“She has a little girl, about five years old. When I stayed with her, the child lived with her. Later she said she sent her to continue reading …
