I put Anjali to bed last night. I can’t find her this morning.
Ajay, my husband, seemed unperturbed by my hysteria. Our marriage was disintegrating but did he not love his daughter?
There was heavy rain outside but I decided to go out and look for her myself. The fog seemed to envelop me.
Just then, Ajay’s message buzzed on my phone. “We lost Anjali the day she was born. Please take your pills. I am worried about you and love you a lot.”