The Shape of Silence

~Raina~

The car collected us at four.

Not a hotel car, but a private Land Cruiser, sand-coloured, the kind of vehicle that looked like it had been somewhere real and intended to go back. The driver was a compact, quiet man named Tariq who greeted Kaelen in Arabic, and Kaelen responded in kind, which was the second time today I had watched him use a language I had not known he spoke and had decided