Destiny
Silas, Matt, and I entered Malik’s office. It smelled of him. Sandalwood and mint. Tears sprang to my eyes. I inhaled deeply. Silas wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed.
“I’m okay,” I whispered.
“You miss him,” he said.
“I miss who he used to be. The man he became, I do not miss. The man who’s in the hospital is like how he used to be. Very observant, attentive, caring, kind, and loving. That’s the man I miss.”
“Maybe this is a second chance for you two?” Matt said as he crossed to a bookshelf. He picked up a book and flipped through it.
“There are so many pictures of you in here,” Silas said.
There were. Our wedding photo was on his desk in a silver frame. One was on the wall across from his desk. It was a picture he took on our honeymoon in Italy. We went to a v
