Chapter Five
MALACHAI
Mrs. Salman was a middle-aged woman who was as sweet as you could get. Whenever I saw her, there was always a friendly smile on her face. When she was inviting me over for a cup of tea, she was telling me to stop by if I ever needed someone to talk to. She had a life of her own. A steady job at the post office helped her make ends meet. But she always went out of her way to make sure to at least say hello when I walked by her apartment.
I sat on her with Amanda right next to me. Mrs. Salman’s living room wasn’t anything out of the ordinary but it felt different knowing that her son was gone.
I watched as she poured out a glass of iced tea for Amanda.
“You don’t need to,” Amanda said. “Really. I’m fine.”
“Oh, trust me. You’ll love this. It’ll be a good cure for t
