Mahid stood on the red carpet, talking to a very important minister. He had a polite, confident smile on his face, but his mind was somewhere else. After a minute, he looked back over his shoulder to check on Seher.
His smile faded. Seher was still standing in the exact same spot where he had left her. She had not moved a single inch forward.
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