When I opened my eyes, Quasim was standing there with my favorite flowers in his hands. Sunflowers. He smirked as a tear fell down one side of his face and more fell down mine. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t come, Anjo? Come on now.” He held his arms out, and I rushed into his arms and he hugged me tight. “I wouldn’t fucking miss this for the world. You fought hard for this, my love… no more. I prayed for this, and God finally heard me.”