Chapter 6: Twins
"Damn, I'm late."
Hassan gripped the steering wheel tightly before slamming his car into a parking spot at the high school. He cut the engine and exhaled in frustration, glancing angrily at his phone on the passenger seat.
*Ring.*
He frowned as he saw the name on the screen. He hesitated for a second before answering.
"What do I owe this call to, Father?"
His father's deep, authoritative voice immediately resonated on the other end.
[You're finally reachable.]
"Wow, not even a 'How are you?' after over a year without news."
[You're not lacking anything, Hassan. You're obviously fine. Now, have you found it?]
Hassan clenched his jaw, his gaze drifting to the dashboard of his car.
"It's not that easy to find, Father. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."