“The silence doesn’t bother Amat, who opens the door and turns a corner in the corridor, after which he can only hear a muffled rumble in his ears. She gives him tunnel vision. “Hi, Maya!” he exclaims, a little too loudly. She turns around fleetingly, notes his presence, but nothing more than that. When you’re fifteen years old, no look can hurt you more. “Hi, Amat,” she replies distractedly, and is gone before she even gets to the end of his name.”
