FIRE & ICE
Incense burned in brass holders on either side of the doorway, and someone had lit diyas even though it was daylight.
Danelle parked, cut the engine, and sat still for a second. She looked over at me.
“You ready?”
I smiled. “We’re already here.”
She stepped out and opened the back door, lifting Reyan’s carrier. I followed slowly—my steps cautious, body still tender, but my heart impossibly full. My mother in law stepped forward first, her eyes misty. She held a silver plate with a small diya, kumkum, rice, and a few rose petals.
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