“He’s not just one of yours,” Ganam said, easily adjusting his weight. “He’s ours too. Spied for us. Served our cause. Maybe freedom will mean being able to protect our children instead of using them,” he added, brushing Rukh’s leaf-strewn hair back from his forehead. “I’d like to believe that.” Priya looked at Rukh, pressing his head against Ganam’s shoulder. At Ganam’s guarded but tender expression. The crowd of people around them, and the anger in them, and the hunger too. For something better. For a future. “I’d like that too,” Priya said.
