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were so obvious even his sister could see them. He couldn’t let his parents find out. In a final show of authority, Rayan viciously snatched up the brochure for the rehab facility and ripped it up into pieces, letting the blue and white paper flutter to the floor. He grabbed his keys and prepared to leave.
     
    Afia thought all hope was lost. Her threat hadn’t scared him the way she had intended. But, Rayan stopped at the door and turned back to fire a retort. “I’m not going to that place. I’ll take care of my problems on my own…You just make sure you handle yours. I won’t tell Maman and Baba. That infidel will knock you up and tell on his damn self.”
     
    He flung open the door and breezed out, slamming it shut behind him. The noise made Afia jump. She pressed a hand to her beating heart. Rayan had brought up a concern she hadn’t, in her lovesick wonder, thought about before. She slipped a hand to her tummy and pressed in fear. She hadn’t had her cycle.
     
    “Oh, no,” she whispered.
     

 
    CHAPTER 6
     
    Afia sat with Bionca in the campus clinic, the two girls holding hands like nervous best friends preparing to receive bad news. Afia was anxious about any judgment that might be made for being young, unmarried, and having sex, but Bionca put her mind at ease. “The majority of people at this school fall into that category. I just wish you would have asked me about it sooner,” Bionca said for the third time, squeezing Afia’s hand in a sign of solidarity.
     
    Afia shushed her, glancing around at the others in the waiting room. No one seemed to be paying them any attention. “How was I supposed to ask?” she whispered. “It just happened. We didn’t go into spending the weekend together thinking we were going to have sex, Bionca. Sam’s not that kind of guy, and I’m not that kind of girl.”
     
    “Bless your innocent little heart,” Bionca tisked. “For future reference, when a guy asks you to spend the weekend—not saying he has any intentions—just go prepared, okay? I can’t stress enough how important safe sex is. I mean, getting pregnant isn’t even the worst of it.” She had lowered her voice. She wasn’t trying to lecture, but Bionca found it hard to keep her peace. She felt like the culture that shunned sex and kept girls in the dark about the birds and the bees was the same culture that set girls up to make these kinds of mistakes.
     
    At length, the nurse called Afia’s name. She glanced at Bionca anxiously. Bionca patted her hand encouragingly. “You’ll be okay. They’re just going to talk to you and give you your options as far as birth control. Do you want me to go in there with you?”
     
    Deeper into the week after the harrowing conversation with Rayan about Sam knocking her up, her cycle had finally arrived, removing all doubt. She wasn’t pregnant. But, Afia wasn’t willing to take any more risks either. The next week she had scheduled an appointment at the clinic to put barriers in place so she’d never have to worry about pregnancy again, not until she was ready to have kids.
     
    In conversations with Sam, he had set her mind at ease about his sexual history and even gone the length of sending her a copy of his most recent testing. Now, she was going in to take control of her reproductive system.
     
    “I think I can do this on my own,” she said to Bionca. Bionca threw up the rock star sign and waved her to the back. Afia followed the nurse into the doctor’s office. By the time she left the building, she was safely on the patch.
     
    “I have to wait a few weeks before it’s effective,” she told Bionca.
     
    They climbed in the Porsche and headed off campus. “Are you excited? You’re doing grown woman stuff now! I’m so proud of you! You stood up to Rayan, and you’re in charge of your destiny. Next up, giving your parents the same speech.”
     
    Afia shook her head, smiling. “You never give up, do you?”
     
    “Of course not. I’d