Ami brought Kam tea and they sat in the glow of a newscast waiting for Wolf to get home. “Anything new?” Ami asked, gently smoothing the edges of Kam’s unwashed hair with warm, soft fingers. She’d done this before, when Kam’s mother passed and Kam became catatonic. In better days she’d chided herself for being so easily destroyed and beholden to the compassion of people who tolerated her. Tonight, she just shook her head.
