helped Malik into the car.
He sat near the window, stiff and silent, like he was afraid the leather seat itself would reject him.
Janelle noticed how he kept his hands folded tightly in his lap, trying not to touch anything.
At a small clinic on the other side of Belidge City, a doctor examined him.
Malik said very little.
Janelle waited outside, pacing the hallway until the doctor finally came out.
“Are you family?” the doctor asked.
Janelle hesitated.
“I’m the person who brought him.
” The doctor sighed.
He
