His aunt, Meena, was a woman of quiet grace who moved through the hallways like a secret. There was an understanding between them that didn't need words—a shared look over the dinner table, the way she lingered just a second too long when handing him a glass of water.
His aunt, Meena, was a woman of quiet grace who moved through the hallways like a secret. There was an understanding between them that didn't need words—a shared look over the dinner table, the way she lingered just a second too long when handing him a glass of water.
