Akwaeke Emezi

He said nothing more to Kavita about his shame,
or the new headstone, or the photographs. Kavita said nothing to him when
she took them out of the drawer and arranged them in an album, which she
hid under her side of the mattress. She pored over it for hours when Chika
was out of the house, trying to find the child she’d lost, trying to commit to
memory the child she’d found.