Reem moves into a quiet apartment above a cozy café-bookstore, expecting nothing more than a fresh start and a new job. What she does not expect is Salma — the calm, sharp, impossible-to-read woman who runs both the café and the building. Between bad excuses for coffee, awkward routines, and a growing tension neither of them wants to name, what begins as simple curiosity slowly turns into something harder to ignore. This is not a confession. Not yet.

I write psychological mystery stories with quiet tension, fractured people, and the kind of love that lingers in dangerous places. If you enjoy slow-burn suspense, emotional secrets, and unsettling truths, welcome.