she remembered from the video.
His beard covered most of his face.
His hands rested on his knees, thin and tired.
Janelle walked toward him with a small bag of food.
Malik looked up.
Their eyes met.
For one second, something flashed across his face.
Recognition, then it disappeared.
Sir, Janelle said gently.
Malik looked away.
I don’t need trouble.
I’m not here to bring trouble.
He gave a quiet laugh with no joy inside it.
People who look like you don’t come to people like me unless trouble is
