Noor

*Noor, my older sister's friend, divorced at the age of twenty-five, carried a mysterious calm that attracted attention. She didn't talk much about her past, but her looks said more than words. As for me, I noticed that slight confusion whenever our eyes met, and I counted it only from my side. She didn't know that my heart was silently hiding admiration for her, and I didn't know that similar questions were in her heart. We used to meet under one roof, exchange transient talk, and laugh with caution, as if we had a secret that was not agreed upon. One night, Noor came to sleep at my sister's. The house was quiet after midnight. I got up to the bathroom, and I think everyone is asleep. As I was crossing the corridor, I felt a slight step behind me. I turned around, and I found her there—