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Zaara guided me, pressing herself close to my side. She kept one hand hooked around my elbow.
We sat. I stared down at my tray: a steaming bowl of chicken soup, a scoop of white rice, a piece of flatbread, and a small wedge of pineapple. My fingers were shaking as I picked up the spoon.
Silence reigned, broken only by the scrape of utensils.
After a few minutes, Zaara reached over, brushing the side of my hand.
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