Echoes of the Past: the Goat and Hidden Secrets
The tea had gone a little cold before Saket finally started talking.
He had been quiet for a while — the particular kind of quiet that his wife Arti recognised, the kind that meant something was sitting just below the surface, deciding whether to come up. Mia was on the floor with her drawing book, not really drawing, just waiting. She was ten and she had learned that when her father got this look, the story that followed was usually worth waiting for.