“Darioush.” Sohrab bumped my shoulder again. “No one wants me here.” “Everyone wants you here. We have a saying in Farsi. It translates ‘your place was empty.’ We say it when we miss somebody.” I sniffed. “Your place was empty before. But this is your family. You belong here.” I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. It was nice to imagine. Even if I didn’t believe him. “Thanks, Sohrab.”
