as I attempted to stand again. She wrapped my arms around her waist. âItâs okay. Lean on me.â Her voice so soothing, I almost forgot about the pain.
Mirriam helped me get comfortable on the couch and sat down beside me. âIs that your father?â She turned her head toward a picture of me with my parents hanging over the fireplace.
âYeah.â
She let out a little laugh. âAs many times as Iâve been in this room, Iâve never noticed that picture.â She shook her head. âHe looks really familiar.â
âProbably because he looks like me.â
âMaybe,â she said unconvinced.
âHey, thereâs a shoebox under my bed. Can you get it for me? I want to show you some things.â
âSure. Whereâs your room?â
âUpstairs. Last door on your left.â
A few minutes later, Mirriam returned with my box. It wasnât much, some of his awards, some of mine, and some old pictures. I never talked about my dad much, other than mentioning him in passing, but I knew Mirriam understood. The first thing I took out of the box was a picture of him in cammies.
Mirriam gasped. She grabbed the picture from my hand, stared it down, and screamed. She trailed her eyes from the picture of my dad in his helmet and cammies with his gun to the picture on the wall. She gasped for air, struggling to breathe. Her movements were uncontrolled.
Seeing anyone like this would be scary, but for Mirriam to be this out of control I thought she was having a seizure. She fell off the couch screaming, âOh my God!â
âAre you okay?â
She still clutched the photograph. âItâs your dad. Oh my God!â
I fought through the pain and tried to move myself off the couch. I needed to get her off of the floor. She would do the same for me, but I couldnât stand up. We had been out too long today. My legs were like mush from being crammed in the car.
âM, itâs okay. Sweetheart, calm down. Youâre okay.â I canted it like a mantra, but it made no difference.
Ten minutes passed before Mirriam finally stood. She wasnât steady on her feet, but at least she was vertical. âI should go,â she called, running out the door.
Chapter 19
Mirriam
The room spun. Twisted and turned and spun. The air was being squeezed out of me, and I fought for it. Grasped at it to keep it inside of me. Keep air in my lungs. Keep breathing.
The worldâmy worldâhad gone berserk.
At some point, I became aware that I was flopping around on the floor.
Some part of me knew I was on the floor in Calebâs house. I kept telling myself, itâs over. Itâs already done. You canât change it, but it canât hurt you. You survived. It didnât matter though, because most of me was being pulled somewhere else. Another place. Another time.
Iâd left so fast I didnât remember saying goodbye. I ran to my house and threw myself on my bed. Thank God no one was home. I couldnât deal with anyone.
I was back in Iraq.
âHow did you even get here?â Baba asked.
I stared down at the cold floor. âI rode with some workers.â
âMirriam, are you crazy? Do you know whatâs going on out there? Does your mother even know youâre here? Theyâre probably looking for you. If your brother gets hurt looking for youâ¦â
âIâm sorry.â
âWhatâs so important you had to truck to Baghdad?â
That was when it happened. A violent boom rang through the air. Followed by another and another. Bang! Bang! Each noise popped like fireworks, but in Baghdad it was never fireworks.
âGod have mercy. What kind of sick people bomb a hospital?â Baba said under his breath. Then to me he said, âI should be taking care of patients, and I canât now. You donât ever do this again.â
He took my hand, and we ran out of his office. He dragged me along at first,
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