Vasu lets go of Krish’s hand and reaches for me. I go to her. “Thank you for finding me.” The ring is hanging around her neck on a black thread. We returned it to her yesterday, and Reva put it on her. I nod. My throat feels raw. There’s so much I want to say, but I can’t speak. “I know,” she says. “It is hard to do the thing you want when you’ve been taught that doing what others want means loving them. But you came here to find me. You do know how to do what you want.” She places her hand over my chest, where my heart hurts. Her hand is cool, but heat gathers beneath my skin under her touch.
...more
