I don't know at what point I started laughing, but I did. It hurt to laugh, hurt my jaws, my ribs, my throat. But I was laughing and laughing.
I stumbled down the hallway, Sohrab's little hand in mine.
Bia. Let's go!
OUT! GET IT OUT!
The whole world rocking up and down, swooping side to side, I hobbled down the steps, leaning on Sohrab. We made it outside, into daylight, my arm around Sohrab's shoulder, and I saw Farid running toward us.