For five years, I lived in the shadow of a lie. It was a beautiful lie, polished to a high sheen by my

My name is Arjun Mehra, twenty years old, studying in New Delhi, living a quiet student life until one

PART ONE That morning had started like so many others in their big suburban house outside Atlanta.

The phone call hung in the air like an unresolved chord, vibrating with tension and years of unspoken words.

I am sixty five years old now, and when I look back at my life, most of it is inseparable from the man

The gallery opening in SoHo was crowded, loud, and pretentious—exactly the kind of place I, Maya, usually avoided.

While I was preparing Exmus dinner for my family, I opened the kitchen window and heard my sister in

I accepted the task without protest, a quiet resolve settling within me. As I entered the kitchen, I

The room froze as if time itself had come to a standstill. The guests, who had moments ago been wrapped

I found my two grandsons living under a bridge. I was shocked when I remembered that my daughter-in-law