One evening, Mr. Khalid told me to serve drinks and snacks to him and his two friends in the living room. I knew something was wrong the moment I walked in. All three men stared at me like hungry wolves. My tight blouse made my cleavage spill...
The dim light of the family living room flickered from the old TV screen, casting shadows over the worn couch where Grandpa sat, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He mumbled something about the weather, oblivious to the world around him. In the...