“I cannot give you your sight, Zainab. I can only give you my life.”
The tension in the room snapped. Zainab pulled him closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck. The hut was small, the walls were thin, and the world outside was cruel, but in the center of the storm, they were no longer ghosts.
Years passed.
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