Double Exposure by Jeannée Sacken

Author:Jeannée Sacken
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orange Hat Publishing
Published: 2022-06-08T16:37:59+00:00

After dinner, I give the plastic sleeve with the charred remnant of Malalai’s picture to Gulshan, then retreat to my room to allow her and Ikrom some time to themselves. To be honest, I also want to take a look at the images on the SD card that was in my camera. Digging the card out of my pocket, I upload the images onto my laptop, then scan through them. And don’t recognize a single shot.

This isn’t my card.

I keep clicking through images. The senior girls at the Wad Qol Secondary School—the old school before it burned. Then I come to a shot of me in profile, looking out a wide window of the classroom I shared with Gulshan. More images of me, all of them candids. Plus, pics of Darya. Tariq in the kitchen at their house. The three of us at the kitchen table eating dinner. I zoom through them, looking to see what else is on the card. Finally, I come to a portrait of a young man, clean-shaven, dark hair with a curl that flops down over his forehead. Moody brown eyes. Full pouting lips. Sexy as hell. Awalmir. The young Pashtun man who was bent on seducing the photographer. In this case, Seema.

Holy shit! I had Seema’s SD card in my camera.

I stare at my laptop screen, remembering that I was checking over my gear the night before last in Hama Bibi’s guest room. Just when I thought I had everything packed away, I found a card. This card.

Seema’s card.

On the floor.

Which means Seema was in Hama Bibi’s guest room after she took these pictures. After the school was bombed. After Darya was killed.

My stomach clenches. It’s all I can do to keep from throwing up.

Hama Bibi helped Seema and Awalmir get away?

No. Bibi told me she wasn’t in Kabul then. And I believe her. The devastation on her face, in her voice, was too real. She couldn’t have faked that.

Then, who was in that apartment?

Omar? The only possibility.

Wait! Slow down! This is just an SD card. Okay, so the card was in the apartment. That doesn’t mean Seema was. Maybe it was Awalmir. Or someone else entirely who got ahold of her camera. There’s only one thing I know for sure: I’ve got to call Cerelli. Even if he’s not talking to me.

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