Sami and I emerge from the bathroom at dawn, just as Teta is fixing herself a cup of tea and settling into her easy chair. She motions me over, and I pull away from Sami and come.
“You remind me of someone I used to know.” Teta runs her hands over my fade and through the short curls on top.
I bow my head under her hands. “I couldn’t do it anymore, Teta.”
“My storm of the storms.” She tips the top of my head toward her and kisses it. “You never had to try.”