Iris:
I don't know how many tissues I've used, crying my eyes out.
Kash smoothly offered me another tissue box.
I had been sitting anxiously in the passenger seat with Kash, waiting for the guest house to come into view.
Earlier, I'd taken my phone back from him and opened the camera, watching my kids in the living room.
I felt helpless, my phone resting on my thighs, my eyes wet with tears.
Kash looked just as tense.
The veins in his hands stood out, and the way he gripped the steering wheel made his knuckles turn white.
"Has it happened to him before?" Kash asked.
"No," I replied. It was the truth. Nothing like this had ever happened before.
"There were moments when he'd been sick, but this was different," as I spoke, I began to wonder why this had happened.
There was only one explanation, my brother had woken up in pain.
Usually, he was sedated to stay asleep.
Then I remembered my mother's threat.
There was no way my brother woke up without her knowing.
