We left Malik with Aunt Anjali again. Amir told me that after he picked up Malik last night, our son had furiously worked on a dinosaur Valentine’s card for Skye — his “future wife.” Amir even helped him pick out a small gift from the concourse mall under the Fairmont: a tiny container of plastic dinosaurs.
When we arrived at Anjali’s, Malik ran straight toward Skye, waving his homemade card like a victory flag.
“Happy Valentine’s, wifey!!!”
“He’s in a better mood,” Anjali remarked, amused.
“Oh no. Was he misbehaving yesterday?” I asked.
“No, not at all. He’s a dream to watch, Zar,” she said, waving off the idea. “It’s just… after noon, when neither of you picked him up, I think he was a little sad. He doesn’t know what you two are up against, but he knows something serious is happeni
