wouldn’t have waited. But that doesn’t mean I feel any less guilty.’
‘Because you survived and he didn’t.’ Asim’s arm curved around her shoulders, drawing her into his warmth. ‘He didn’t die because of you, Jacqueline, but because someone cared more for their own ends than the lives of innocents.’
‘I—’ She shook her head, her mouth working.
‘It’s okay to grieve for him, habibti, so long as you understand you’re not to blame.’
Jacqui huddled into Asim’s big frame, drawing comfort. What he said wasn’t new, the counsellor had said something similar, but for some reason it seemed to make more sense. Because Asim had known Imran? Because they were here in the desert Imran had loved? Or because Jacqui was finally ready to move on?
She buried her face in Asim’s sweater, breathing in the spicy scent of his skin. Tears leaked beneath her eyelids and she wrapped her arms around him, holding tight as he gathered her in and rocked her.
Jacqui drew a shuddering breath.
She’d come out here because Asim had broken her heart.
Now it felt like he’d put it back together again.
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