Astennu
“I don’t think I can look at him yet,” our mother shook her head, wrapping her arms around her midsection.
“It’s ok, mom,” Badru side-hugged her. “Just hang back here for now. You know where we’ll be.”
He swung open the door to the interrogation room that our mother had ducked into. She panicked at the last minute about facing Isaac and needed a moment to gather herself.
I turned to follow him out, but hung back in the frame, my brows skewed together in regret. I had jumped down my mother’s throat and threw her mistakes in her face when she was at her most vulnerable.
“Mom?” At my call to her, she swivelled to face me, her glaze-over eyes drew back to life with a shred of hope. “I’m sorry about back at home. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“Oh, habibi (darling),” she rushed
