“You fixed it,” Rohani said, smiling.
“Almost done, Mak,” she lied, closing the laptop.
“You want a PDF that works?” Rohani asked. “First, you burn the old one.” The next morning, Aina sat at the kitchen table with three things: a fresh cup of coffee, her mother’s notebook, and a blank Word document. Riz joined her via video call, his face sleepy but determined.
“No,” Aina said, hugging her. “You fixed it. I just made it a PDF.”
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