The next morning was quieter than usual.Chintu hadn't shown up yet — which was strange, because in the two days Aria had been in Mitti Gaon, he had appeared at Savitri's door before the sun was even fully up both times. The village cat was sitting on the windowsill, looking out at nothing. Savitri was in the small garden behind the house, pulling weeds slowly and carefully like she had all the time in the world.Aria stood in the doorway and watched her for a moment.There was something about Savitri that was difficult to explain. She was an old woman