As a child, Malik had wanted to be like a hero in a folktale, going on adventures and battling monsters. But now all he wanted was to share a bowl of lemon juice and orange slices with his sisters. He wanted more laughs with Karina, more kisses, more nights spent sitting side by side doing nothing at all. He wanted to live, and he wished he’d realized it before they reached the point where that was no longer possible.
