“I’m not saying don’t do this. I am only saying don’t go so far that you don’t know how to come back home again.” She has reached him. She can see it from the way his eyebrows knit together before his face opens, unguarded, to her. She only needs him to nod or offer any reply that suggests he understands. “Hadia,” he says softly, in a tone that says she is the one who is failing to understand. “I have never felt at home here.”
Even with his mother’s coddling he never felt at home
