“Azeer Khan!” Alina’s voice rings through the playground, and I feel that gravitational pull to reality again. She swiftly turns around, fully facing me. I avert my gaze. “Look at me,” she commands. “I can’t.” “Look. At. Me.” Rubbing my hands over my eyes, I slowly peel them open and find my devil-may-care wife glowering at me. “Keep looking forward, Azeer.” The way she pronounces my name sounds precisely like sharpening knives together. It makes the muscles in my body stiffen. “There’s so much you’ll miss out on if you don’t look forward. An intelligent, beautiful daughter who’s growing up
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