Anna, still reeling from her visit to the embassy, tried to behave normally, to keep Nouri from taking any particular notice of her. She barely reacted as Nouri took the call. It was only when his tone sharpened that she looked up. “Who is this?” he barked into the receiver. “Why are you calling us?” Anna quietly carried their glasses into the kitchen. It had to be Deutsch from the Swiss Embassy. Had he talked to her father? She was desperate to find out. She wanted to beg for the phone. Nouri’s face darkened. “She does not want to talk to you. She has no interest in communicating with her parents.” He spun around and focused on Anna. The rage in his eyes assaulted her like a spray of bullets. “No, you may not. And do not call here again or I will report you to the authorities for harassing my wife.” He slammed down the phone. Anna’s stomach clenched. Nouri took a step toward her. “That was someone from the Foreign Interests Section of the Swiss Embassy. Why did they call here, Anna?
