“I didn’t,” she whispered. “I just held us together. The house can break. That’s fine.”
Before the water was fully wiped, the second thing broke. The doorbell rang. It was Uncle Joshi from the first floor. He held a steel dabba in one hand and a scowl in the other.
Arjun froze. “Sorry, Maa. The cat… it had a lizard in its mouth.”
