But her eyes. Her eyes were the same as they had been at nineteen. Curious. Alive. Rebellious.
Suhas blinked. “Two?”
Suhas named a price. It was exorbitant. Meera had the savings, but it would take a chunk. For a moment, the old Meera, the accountant’s wife who had clipped coupons from the newspaper, hesitated. But her eyes