Sara couldn’t hold back anymore. The moment Amrita’s hand left her head, she turned and collapsed into Tara’s arms, sobbing like a child. Her fingers clutching onto her, trembling as though she feared Tara might vanish if she let go.

“I’m sorry… Tara, I’m so sorry,” Sara cried, her voice muffled against her sister’s shoulder. “I hurt you… I left you… and still you’re here holding me. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”