Chapter 48

Ali smiled, thin and small, and held out a gloved hand. Yazid’s phone stared innocently up at him, switched off and silent, and Yazid took it.

“I took it to the police,” Ali said quietly. “I made a report. Showed this PCSO the text messages. She said they might call you in a couple of days to talk to you about it.”

Yazid took it, and turned the cool metal over in his fingers. Ali stuck both hands back in his pockets, and for a moment there was silence.

“Are you still angry with me?” Yazid asked finally.

“Kind of,” Ali admitted.

Yazid felt his face twist involuntarily.

“Hey,” Ali murmured, his voice dropping. A hand re-emerged, a little finger hooking around Yazid’s. “I’m also sorry. I shouldn’t have exploded, it just…it hurts.”

“What hurts?” Yazid asked, bewildered.