Atifa's pov:
Looking around in ammi's room, once again I contemplated whether we should actually try to look around. The only reason why we even wanted to look around was trying to find ammi's medicines because she had been taking them. And if she had been taking them, then it meant that she knew about her illness. And if that was the case, then questions like from how long did she know about it or why didn't she tell us anything disturbed us too.
As my curiosity got the best of me, I looked back at Saad once before wheeling myself ahead, towards ammi's bedside table where I had found a wooden box and a leather journal. "Check the drawers beside the door." I told him before taking a deep breath and opening the drawer, my anxiety at its peak. It felt like ammi would just storm in at any moment and tell us off for going through her stuff.