The rain had been falling for three days straight.
The small coastal town of Daryapur looked washed in gray. Water pooled in the narrow streets, streetlights reflecting like fractured mirrors.
Maya Sen leaned against the railing of the railway platform, staring into the mist.
She hadn't planned on returning here.
Not after what happened in Delhi.
But when she received the message, she had no choice.
"If you want to know the truth about your sister, come home."
The sender was unknown.
Her sister Ananya disappeared eight years ago.
And the case was never solved.
Maya took a breath as the train screeched into the station.
The past was waiting.