Khawla's house

"It was the first time her firstborn had seemed fragile, tiny, and about to cry. Wasn''t he telling the truth this time? The fact that she loved him "in her own perverted spy way" and not as he needed? But what good were those endless lists of treacherous facts? The fact that he was the first guinea pig in her empty motherhood laboratory, that her wound was becoming invisible compared to his, that...