NEEDLE, BABA had said earlier that morning, when she first spoke to him alone in the hallway while everyone slept. Baba hugged her and she braced against his embrace, realized in that moment that she did not trust him when it came to Amar. He agreed, almost too eagerly, to let her speak to him first. He could not control his anger and Amar could not control his reaction to it, and they found themselves in unpredictable territory. “I don’t understand how he could sin so severely,” Baba had whispered, shaking his head. “Baba, sinning does not even matter anymore, not in the face of this.”
