Zahra points me to the larder.

I push through a heavy door

then down a flight of stairs

to yet another door.

Who knew we kept our vegetables

and salted meats so well protected?

The room beyond the door is dark

and cool. It ought to frighten me

and yet there’s something in this place

that feels like safety. I hear

the voice before my eyes adjust.

Your sister.

Your sister has come!