Cont'd:
Two years after the death of their daughter, Hassan and Aya Naser began the search for the grandchildren they knew nothing about. Grieving for the child they had never gotten to reconcile with, husband and wife travelled from Libya to the United States with the hope of uncovering the secrets their daughter, Eisha, had spent almost two decades concealing.
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"Since I know you didn't get this," Yazari beamed as her gaze skipped over Yamina and landed on Lyon. "Thank you! I've always wanted a pool."
Yamina rolled her eyes. Had Yazari gotten everything she wanted, she'd be as spoilt as some of her classmates.
Yamina wanted Yazari to have the things she needed but also be grounded enough to realize that simply because she wanted something, doesn't mean she must get it. That was exactly why they didn't live a lifestyle similar to Lyon's, even though they could afford to.
"Weren't you the one who refused to join swim class?" Yani rose a dark brow. "A pool's a pool, right?"
With a pout and a glare, Yazari harrumphed and set off to explore the latest addition to the list of things Yamina had not given permission to be brought to her home.
"Not to spoil the fun but," Yamina held up her lunch box and water bottle, and gestured to the discarded folders and binders strewn across the patio table. "And don't you have homework?"
"Ha!" Yazari pointed, shuffling backwards, her Converse sneakers slipping and sliding over the trimmed green lawn. "I did it already. Try again."
A ghost of a grin flitted over Yamina's face. Of course, she had. As perceptive as she was, Yazari knew that having her work done before she came home meant that she'd be able to spend her extra time how she wished.
Yazari pulled her body onto the edge of the pool and dipped her arm into the crystal-clear water. She made a few playful splashes at Amaya, who paid her little attention. The infant was focused on playing with the nose of the flamingo that bobbed gently with each of Lyon's movements.
Skipping back across the lawn, Yazari hopped up the steps and grabbed her clutter from the table.
"I'll be back!" She informed them before taking off into the house.
Yamina chuckled as she watched the jovial girl. How she wished Yazari could stay that way forever, never having to experience the harsh realities of life.
When her gaze swung to the yard again, her eyes connected with Lyon's.
Damned messenger.
How could the man who almost ruined her life, re-enter and completely disrupt it once again?
He should've known she wouldn't want any contact with her mother's estranged parents. He was lucky she had even allowed him near her family as her ex-husband.
The man was disruptive and had zero regard for her feelings.
If he wasn't breaking into her home, he was corrupting her children. When he wasn't doing either of those things, he was being a pest to Yamina and inviting ghosts from her parents' past back into her life.
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Signore Lyon
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