Chapter 17Lakshmy Mittal summoned Roop home. Roop made it very clear that Aman had not been forgiven; she would only return for good when her baby was returned to her arms, “Here,” she said, hitting her bosom hard, “here is where my milk is drying up and feeding my fury.”
Maitri stood outside, talking to with the group of teachers from the Buddhist School, until Lakshmy appeared with a stranger. He was tall, and definitely not Indian, although Iris could not make out his features as he stood outside the door in the dim light.
“This is Zoran Cavallero,” Lakshmy introduced, “from Italy.” She stepped in and looked at the expectant faces, “He’s an international child rights activist and is helping me with the Chaya case.” She headed for the charpoy, a little flustered.
“What a cool name, Zo
