there.
Deep pain.
Old pain.
Slowly, he accepted the bag.
Janelle smiled softly.
“What’s your name?” He hesitated.
“Malik,” he said.
“Malik,” she repeated.
I’m Janelle.
I know who you are.
Before she could ask what he meant, Malik suddenly pressed a hand to his chest.
His face twisted and the bag slipped from his fingers.
Janelle froze.
Malik.
He tried to answer, but no words came out.
Then his body leaned sideways against the wall, and Janelle screamed his name.
Janelle screamed Malik’s name so loudly that people stopped
