I sat in a corner of the room, it was dark and I liked it because it explained exactly how my life was now "dark". I had barely eaten anything for the past few days since the incident happened.
"Amina"aunt said slowly entering my room and I could sense the sadness in her voice. Ever since Amir had left the house, it had lost all it's brightness and was now filled with sadness.
"yes,aunt"
"the nurse called again, Amir keeps shouting your name"as the words came out of aunt's mouth. Tears rolled down continuously staining my cheek.
"aunt, I can't face him with me looking like this. I have to be strong for him and I am here sitting like a pathetic little girl. I don't want to see him like that too"i explained amidst tears. I had gone to see him a day after he was taken but I couldn't just
