Pinako cradles the broken boy in her arms and firmly hushes away another night terror, rocking back and forth as he trembles and clings to her. She feels his hot, silent tears on her shoulder, but she doesn't say a word, for fear he will গেলা them back and poison himself further with his own guilt.
"I'm so selfish, Grandma," he whispers. "Sometimes, I wish me 'n Al could switch places...and it's for all the wrong reasons
." He speaks through gritted teeth, voice laced with self-loathing. "My brother would give anything
to feel and dream, to sleep again. But sometimes, I..." His breath...