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Guilt, after experiencing fear, was afraid to stay alone in the apartment. She still could not believe that she could be stolen. Arthur did not talk to her much on this topic, he tried not to put pressure on her psyche and be as courteous to her as possible. Arthur understood that he was to blame for everything that happened.

– We will fly to your homeland soon. You and me. Arthur took her hand. Vina was so happy. She had not expected to hear those words.

– Is it true?

– Yes. It is true. It is time for you and me to change the situation. Rest. You probably miss your relatives.

– I cannot believe it. Vina’s face lit up. She squeezed Arthur’s hand tightly. Arthur squeezed her hand even tighter.

Sultana was also preparing for the flight home, but in her soul, she was not as radiant as Vina. Her soul was dark and overcast and she could not open up to anyone. Only Amir himself could help her grief, and only voluntarily. But he was in a coma, and did not know what was going on in the soul of his beloved. Sultana was packing her things to move in with her father.