linic, and she remembered the rain better th

from the other end of the corridor. Aya sat on the long wooden bench with her chemistry notebook open on her knees. She was not reading it. Amma ha

rst, holding a cloth bag in one hand and his wife's elbow in the other. Behind them walked a boy

t she was laughing. She held the doorframe and laug

she said. "I have done

he came over slowly and pinched

e day you will deliver my grandchildren, and I w

pite of herself.

d gi

inging door. It flapped shut behind them. Kabir started

n at the far en

m Rao, a year ahead of her, good at cricket, loud in the courtyard. He was not

r notebook, folded it into a boat, and held it out. She

at it. "Wh

n taught me. It f

s pa

s if you fol

and turned it over carefully. Then he aske

ctor in Brindle Cove," Ay

lain as a lamp being lit, and it was the last time anyone from hi

ir stopped pacing and sat down with his head in his

r pot near the delivery room. The door there was not shut all the way. It

alfway to her mouth, because she heard her mother's voice, and it w

re tonight, Meera. I am

red, but steady. "And I am telling you as someone

eas

. "Promise me something. Whatever happens

era

omi

door shut with a soft clic

d not understand a word of it. Who was he? Hear what? She told herself it was nothi

not say anything. Shubham asked if

e morning when the swi

out looking at anyone, shouting for the other nurse, shouting for something Aya co

Kabir said. "Lata

d of metal against metal, quick footsteps, and her mother's voi

ime, there w

one, the so

r white coat was stained dark down the front. She walked up to Kabir Rao

y," she said.

bir's knees simply gave way, and he sat down on the bench with his

tood absolutely still, his

ned and loo

. "You said she was the

ham,

it would

Her voice cracked on the

idor. He grabbed the edge of the bench and shoved it against the

u are a doctor! Do something! Go

d everythin

hy is s

r mother close it again without saying a word. She saw her look down at her

efend herself. Not t

y, two policemen came to the clinic. One of them crouched down in front of Aya, kind

o was standing in the doorwa

Aya

ad ever told. She had been

with her mother's brass key still sitting in her mind li

e does not hear it

promise. Meera was dead, and yet he

at, exactly, she ha