“Then why did you leave us?” she asked. “And why did Mommy have to lie to us for all these years?”
Just then the kettle began boiling. She didn’t know why, but the whistling sound sent a chill down her spine everytime. It reminded her of steam hissing from the pistons of a locomotive. To her, it felt like she was standing on a station platform watching a train chugging in.
“Hey … Shanti, are you okay?” he asked, his hands still out-stretched. “You looked like you were miles away.”
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