Chapter 204. Letter from Denise

“He’s not our son.”
That was the only argument I could come up with.

Disappointment and disbelief darkened his eyes. “So you’re prepared to let that young boy — who left his country to provide a life for himself and his family — die in a fight that doesn’t concern him? Coming from you, a mother?”

Guilt speared through me, so I kept mute, partly to reflect.

“Look, babe, I know you’ve been through a lot, and Kazim was giving every information to bring every injustice to an end and the people responsible to book. And he has done a wonderful job so far. But it was getting too heated. He was digging too deep and I feared it was only a matter of time before he wound up dead — probably in some remote location.

“I know you’re a good person and would never want to put his life at risk. You just wanted to fight back the only way you knew