They stayed on the balcony until dawn, not speaking much, but holding on. When the first grey light bled over Jatinga Hill, the road was still blocked, the tower still dead. But Meera’s phone buzzed once.
Meera stumbled back. “What is this?” meera mihir latest
Mihir’s face crumbled. He pulled her into him, tight, as if she were already slipping away. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice breaking. “I didn’t see it. I stopped seeing us .” They stayed on the balcony until dawn, not
“It’s wrong,” Meera replied. “Look closer.” not speaking much
And the mist above Jatinga cleared, just enough to let them leave.