“The child came out first — a girl, perhaps six years old, her dark eyes enormous with the particular terror of someone who had been trapped in darkness and who was now seeing daylight through a hole in the rubble above her. Ishaan lifted her clear and placed her on stable ground. She did not cry. She did not speak. She simply sat and stared at the ruin that had been her home with the expression that Ekansh had seen on dozens of faces in dozens of villages — the look of someone whose world had changed while they were sleeping.”