MY EX-WIFE CAME TO SEE OUR SON. SHE ENDED UP STAYING THE NIGHT. I LET HER SLEEP ON THE COUCH. AFTER MIDNIGHT, I HEARD SOMETHING I…

“It’s been three years,” my mother said softly. “Why haven’t you moved on?”

Meera’s reply was quiet, but steady.
“I can’t, Māta ji. There’s only him in my heart.”

I held my breath.