'Do you want to know who the other person is?' she asked me. 'Let us leave that for another time.' The staring figure left.
. . .
I went back to the vintage shop. I remember. March 21st was the day I finally got to speak with him... The only time I got to speak with him. My cousin. Uncle's son... March 21st was the day he brought me the news about my family.
'Do you want to know who the other person is?' The same question; asked by the vintage woman.
'Yes. Tell me.' I said.
'It's her.' she gave me a photo of an unfamiliar woman. 'His sister.' she paused. 'your uncle's daughter.'
I-I can't... Why is it so easy? Easy to reveal everything? How does she know? How does the vintage woman know?
'How do you know?' I ask. She smiled. She won't answer?
'I'm risking my life.' She answered.
. . .
Why her? Why her? Why... us? What is going to happen? It's not safe.