Chapter 36 Where She Belongs

• Hasan
• Early morning sun creeps in softly, brushing against the curtains and warming the room in slow, golden light. I wake before Taty does. She’s still curled into me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her small hands gripping onto me like she’s afraid I might slip away if she lets go.
• And maybe, deep down, she is. Maybe even in her dreams, she thinks I’ll vanish. I hate that thought — not that I’d ever leave. I wouldn’t dare.