![]() ![]() A broken one, true, but broken didn’t mean ruined. Your mother and I, Jamal and Fatima, we’re all a family.” A family. And Fatima, she couldn’t ask for a better uncle.” Kiran reached up to put a hand on his cheek. But you wouldn’t.” “Well,” she said with a smile, “you’re impossible to hate.” Then her expression softened. have I ever said thank you?” She blinked, raised her eyebrows. Zaf came to a stop, turning to face his sister. And if that was all wrong for her, he’d just have to deal with the loss. He loved her absolutely and he loved her uncompromisingly. ![]() But one thing would never change: Zaf loved Danika in bold black-and- white, stark and completely unsubtle, no shades of gray to be found. “Yeah.” He wanted to learn those shades-or rather, to get better at remembering them. But there are shades of gray, too, Zafir.” “Yeah,” he agreed. ![]() I know sometimes you worry about things being. “If you’ve overwhelmed her,” Kiran said slowly, “that might be a good idea. ![]()
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