The Things We Never Became ByPrachi Gurjar PART VTHE THINGS THAT HEAL QUIETLYCHAPTER 26WINTER SUNLIGHTBy the time November arrived in Shimla, the light had changed in the particular way it changed every year, growing thinner and more golden, slanting through the cedar trees at a lower angle than the warm, generous light of summer. Anaya had always loved this season as a child, though she had not thought about why in many years, until one morning in early November when she woke early, before the rest of the house had stirred, and found herself standing at her window simply watching the sun