Amira was far from immune to heartache. Hell, she could barely contain her tears when she was happy… one could only imaging her reaction when she was truly hurt. Sure, she had been able to face her family without crying in front of them, but that had taken a toll on her. Leaving without a glance back, head held high, chin jutted - like a queen, her sister had joked when they had left - had been one hard feat. But she had done it because she had had both Karima and Xavier by her side then.
Could she possibly handle heartache at the hands of Xavier when she was living under his roof, in Spain where she had yet to make friends?
No, she was not being pessimistic, rather realistic. She had after all noticed a bit of a change in his behavior after his ex-wife got into a car accident. It felt
