AMAL
Back in our apartment, Aahil is eerily quiet, seeming to be deep in thought. I wonder if he’s going to tell me anything. An hour later, he’s still sitting in the same spot on the sofa, gazing off into the same direction.
“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly, taking a seat next to him.
He doesn’t reply. In fact, it seems like he hasn’t even heard me.
I lightly touch his thigh and his gaze swivels towards me. “Huh?”
“I asked if everything was okay?”
He stared at me for the longest time, before finally speaking. “What would you do if you found out somebody was suffering because of the decisions you made when you were a child?”
I’m taken aback and it takes me a while to think of a suitable answer. “I would talk to the person I wronged and try to help him out the best I can.”
He let o
