I had already decided that I would not go unless I could do so safely.
But before I could tell him that, he added something unexpected.
“My father will be there. He wants to speak to you.”
“About what?”
“About resolving this situation.”
I nearly refused.
Then I remembered the look on his father’s face when I had spoken about the violence.
He had not defended Khalid. He had not told me I was lying.
Perhaps he had more to say.
After discussing the situation with Huda and the adviser helping me, I agreed to attend with a clear plan. I would not be alone with Khalid, and I would leave if I felt unsafe. Lina would remain with someone she trusted.
The gathering was held in a large reception hall in Riyadh. Guests arrived in formal dress, exchanging greetings beneath bright lights. Waiters carried trays of coffee and dates between the tables.
