At noon, Yasmin excused herself to go home after lunch and chatted with Malik and his family. But Anisa pretended to read a comic book instead of joining her mom, Malik, and Yasmin. Her gut feeling said something terrible about Yasmin’s fall. Anisa felt there was an element of intentionality.
“Thank you for coming here, Yas,” Malik said as he escorted Yasmin to her front porch.
Yasmin smiled broadly.
“I love coming here too. Your family is nice and warm. If there is time, I will come here again,” Yasmin said confidently.
“Uh, it’s not that you can’t. It’s just that sometimes I’m not home. I usually go to the garden when I have a day off like this,” Malik evades subtly, hoping that Yasmin will not come without confirmation like today.
“To the garden? That sounds like fun. I can tag alo
