Conversion

355 Days

It was a month till Amanda married Mustafa, you recognized dully. Pretty soon she'd be with child, more distant than ever. And you'd be ... somewhere far away from here. Or nowhere at all, possibly.

Your thoughts remained morose, sitting dutifully next to Bruna, both of you wearing hijabs, as you'd donned them in Dubai. You listened to Amanda speak the words of the Shahadah. Her Arabic sounded pretty good you thought. Your mind drifted to Mohammad. He was a good client. A good fuck ...maybe.

"Are you going to talk to her?" Bruna prompted. You blinked. The ceremony was over, and Amanda was between two powerfully built Muslim men, one of them being Mustafa. No matter how she spun it, you were steering clear of the possessive predators.

"Let's get to MIA," you said finally. "Long flight to Germany."