It was my sister’s 14th birthday party when I first realised my parents' naivety.
Henna ran upstairs wiping mascara-coloured tears with the back of her palm. I turned to see my mum standing with crossed arms, swaying side to side with an uneven smile. When my sister came back downstairs a few minutes later, Mum…
THERES A SHOO TING. WE R HIDING IN BACK OF A STORE
Then I heard dad somewhere, in the open silence.
“Ari! Where is my daughter?”