“I haven’t breathed since you left me, Amina.” Logically, I know the statement makes no sense, but it feels like the truest thing I’ve ever said. Like the only truth that’s ever mattered. Because she has to know that despite everything—the restaurants, the homes, the padded bank account, and notoriety—my life isn’t worth living without her. “Don’t say that. I can’t hear you say that.” There’s a tremor in her voice, but I can’t tell if it’s because she’s feeling emotional or because I’m slowly peeling
