"Ana, listen to me! That kid doesn't love you. He's playing you. He's trying to seduce you. That's what they send boys over here to do. They find a girl that's easy to get over on." Ana winced. Tom didn't realize he was insulting her even though that was not the intention. "They make the girls fall in love with them. They sex them up. They get the girl to convert." "No, Dad. You're wrong. Shahyad never tried to do that to me. He never said anything about religion," Ana said as she struggled to control her composure. "But he will. It's in their nature, Ana! They use girls. They see them as property," Tom said. Shahyad was the perfect example of what Tom was talking about. The boy had encouraged Ana to lie and sneak behind her father's back. It was obvious, he had Ana wrapped around his finger. God only knew what the punk was really up to. "He doesn't love you, Ana. It's just a big pretend." "No, Daddy. You don't know anything!" Ana cried, gaining strength at her father's accusations. Tom, she knew, didn't know Shahyad. He was blinded by bad press and stories. Shahyad loved her. She knew that