“What’s going on?” I asked Binta, who was just standing there crying. “Ask them,” she sobbed. Fanasi turned his back to me. “None of your business,” Diti grumbled, putting her arms around her chest. I went to my tent, disgusted. Behind me, I heard Fanasi tell Diti, “I should never have come with you. I should have let you leave and been done with it.” “Did I ask you to come for me?” Diti said. “You’re so selfish!”
