In the quiet fog of the Bekaa Valley, someone sets fire to a truck, and with it a spark of trouble spreads through a tightly woven community. Gamra is gone—maybe hiding, maybe running—and her cousin Yaser takes to the roads to find her. The deeper he looks, the more he runs into ghosts, old grudges and the slow, burning logic of revenge. Back home, his sisters, Jawaher and Reem, are chosen to make things right. They are not asked, they are offered. One is calm, the other resisting, but both know how quickly girls can be traded for peace. The days pass. Wood is cut. Wool is washed. Eyes are cast downward. And yet everything shifts beneath the surface: a secret song, a nervous goodbye, a lipstick smudge in the dark. This is a story about what happens in the quiet, between fields, behind curtains, inside vans. It is about women who carry too much, men who speak in codes and a land that holds its breath, waiting for something to end…or begin.