Me, After You: Sekar
"Before any of this. He went there, and he— he sent something for my shop window."
She FaceTimed Nana, her shop assistant. On screen, Nana lifted a velvet box against the morning light pouring into the shop. A suncatcher. The crystals shattered the sun into deep violet, vibrant orange, seafoam green — a mosaic of small rainbows across the hardwood floor.
Rosa's eyes glistened. "It's so pretty," she murmured, laughing and crying in the same breath. For once, someone was taking care of her.
"Me next." Sary wiped her own eyes, then shifted back into her deep television voice. "Sary. I caught your broadcast last weekend..." She read with perfect poise until the last line stopped her cold.