DAR, 1982
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she slowly pressed the accelerator.
“There was no other choice.” Saleem said.
“We made a choice.” Latricia said, “Life is about choices. Some we regret and some we’re proud of. Some will haunt us forever. The message is, we are what we chose to be.”
“Are you blaming me?”
Through her sight mirror, she saw someone running towards the car. She pressed the brakes.
“It’s Rayhan.”
“Lat, you sure..?”
“I’m—”
The backdoor opened and Rayhan surged in. The two puffed out profoundly as Latricia pressed the accelerator very hard.
“What took you so long?” Saleem said.
Rayhan breathed heavily.
“We could’ve left you.”
Latricia gazed at the Rear-view mirror. Rayhan was still exhaling.
“You okay?” Latricia said.
Rayhan’s hands were on his chest.
“Rayh
