A Night of Questions
That night, the news replayed Amara’s speech over and over. Grandma Joyce, worried but protective, asked her why it mattered so much.
“Because he cared about us. About Malik. No one else did,” Amara answered softly.
“You think this will bring Malik back?” Joyce asked gently.
“No,” Amara whispered. “But maybe it means his life still mattered.”
