“It’s us, Alina. It was— It was you!” She’s comatose. “That’s me.” “That’s you.” “That’s me?” “That’s you!” I gently cup her cheeks, trying to shake her out of her state. “It’s you, Alina. It’s always been you, and it will always be you,” I say with conviction before kissing her. I shift my attention to our daughter. “Look, Zoha! It’s your mother and me!” “Whoa!” Zoha exclaims in surprise. “You went to school together?” “MIT,” I whisper. “Sloan— God, I knew Dr. Khan sounded familiar coming from you.”
OHMYGOD 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠
