It was unusual for Azzmi’s dad to call her first thing in the morning, but today seemed to be an exception. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him.

“How’s your husband this morning?” he asked, his voice strained a little.

“He’s alright. He’s already left for work.”

“I’m glad.”

He strained his voice again, and the more they talked, the more she felt like something was off with him.

“Dad? Is something wrong?” she asked, concerned.

“Not at all. Why would you think ...