“Amma,” said Anisha, gripping her hand. “Oh, Kasiba. This is not your fault.”
“My heart. Oh, my heart.”
Cassandra bounded up the stairs carrying two heavy duty torches.
“Found them.”
The front door slammed behind Mar as she came back in with two torches and a first aid back pack, dragging on a heavier coat.
Drew looked into her eyes very seriously. “Mrs. Singh, I would like to call for the paramedics, but it would be quicker if Anisha drove you to the hospital from out here. You need a cardiac specialist to check you over.”
“Sarthak is a cardiac surgeon,” she cried, softer now. “Please, I have already lost too much. He is so angry…please.” She looked at him and he saw pure fear cut into the deep caves of her face.
“It feels like the night Nalini left us.”
Drew offered a comforting
