Forgive Me, Daughter

[AWUOR]

"That sounds awfully like goodbye, Mistress," Malika spelled out, worried that it would be true given she had never been wrong about Hawi and her thoughts. 

Awuor Hawi was a complicated woman and even in her complicated state, Malika had learned to deal with her.

"Because it is, at least for a while," Hawi said.

"Okay, Mistress. I will keep the mission going. Just don't get yourself in trouble," Malika said, even though she could already imagine the scoff Hawi would give her. Awuor Hawi was always in trouble, no matter what her intentions were. 

It was like she always found a central point to gauge her troubles and right now, the only thing that was holding her back was the funeral of her brother. Malika had long known that Hawi hadn't come to Sicario for her brother's funeral and even goodbye.