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Gautam’s heart is in his throat, the tension in his stomach a hard, gripping knot. Kunnar’s eyes are growing rounder by the minute, and his fingers flare wide down by his side; just as Gautam’s seen them do on so many occasions when Kunnar has been stuck for words.

Gautam begs – silently – for him to answer. At this stage he’ll gladly take any words from him, good or bad. Kunnar shifts, licks his lips, then gives a smile that says he’s ready to speak.

“Are you sure about this?” Kunnar asks...