And it was true. He had broken my heart and left me just alive enough to get through the longest summer of my life. Every day lasted as long as a season. The entire summer lasted the length of a lifetime.
Aarti’s breaths came in shallow spurts, and she clenched her fists. She would not do this. Not again. Somewhere at the base of all of this her father loved her, she reminded herself. He was worried about her. He felt it his duty to take care of her until she got married and “got settled,” whatever that even meant.
Her cheeks burned. The last time Shelly tried to cook something was in a pink oven that sat on her mother’s kitchen counter and had one crank with two options: on and off. Even those cookies had come out a little too dark.