Synopsis

He saw her then, a ghost in the harsh light, and his breath hitched. It was Ira, his Ira, the daughter of his fallen comrade Dev, who had been gone for a year. Yet, standing before him was a girl with Ira’s eyes, Ira’s stubborn set to her jaw, an echo of a life extinguished. He reached out, instinctively, but she recoiled, a startled cry escaping her lips. “I am not Ira,” she insisted, her voice trembling. “I am not.” But Ira knew. She *knew*. Despite the slaps, the denials, the desperate ple