The Things We Never Became ByPrachi Gurjar PART VIFinal part CHAPTER 32THE MANUSCRIPTIt started, like most things in Anaya's life had started in recent months, almost by accident.She had been sitting at the riverbank on a cold Sunday morning in early March, nearly a year now since the result had come, writing one of her small observational pieces about a child she had seen at the bookstore the previous afternoon, clutching a book to his chest like it was the most precious thing he owned. The writing had started, as these pieces usually did, with just the image, the small boy, the beloved