No one knew why Mama had closed all the curtains and shut the doors; the only light in the room was a lantern placed on a table.
She paced, her hands fidgeting at her side. She had returned from her morning trading when the news reached her that Malik had lost part of his memory. Now, she was in the room with Safiya, Amara, Salam, and Malik himself.
"Do you remember nothing?" Mama asked again, stopping in front of him.
Malik nodded, sighing, already tired of the questions, his head throbbing hard.
"Maybe we need to take our time with him and tell him what we can," Amara suggested, her eyes traveling to Salam, who gave a small nod.
"Do you think that will work?" Mama asked.
"We need Oshim," Safiya said, her gaze fixed on Malik, who had his eyes on her as well. He still felt that electricity whenever he looked at her.
Amara, Salam, and Mama turned to Safiya, questioning.
