He wanted this book to be Naina, and only Naina. He searched, forensically, for a clue—a mark on the page, a drop of chai, a tear, an eyelash, anything at all. He told himself that one day he would have to return it to the library—it’s what Naina would have wanted. But he couldn’t let it go. Not yet. It was his last chance to bring Naina back.
