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Layla realized, with a cold shiver that started in her spine and spread to her fingertips, that Mariam wasn't walking toward her.

Two girls stood on the rooftop of an old Cairo building, the city spread beneath them like a wound that refused to heal—neon lights flickering, car horns wailing, and somewhere in the distance, the Nile dragging its ancient secrets toward the sea. thmyl- albnt tqwlh ana khayfh ant btdws jamd bnt...

(You're stepping hard...)

Layla's voice cracked on the last syllable. She wasn't scared of the height. She wasn't scared of the drop. She was scared of her . Of Mariam. Of what Mariam had become in the three months since her older brother disappeared—taken by men in plain clothes, no charges, no phone call, just a black van and the screech of tires. Layla realized, with a cold shiver that started