Anya Vyas -

Three hours later, after a fruitless search through shelters and hospitals, Anya found herself on the roof of her own building in Jackson Heights. Not to jump—to think. The city hummed below, a broken music box.

She took the photograph.

But being seen? That was a start.

Anya sat down beside her, leaving a careful foot of space. “Your brother’s losing his mind.” anya vyas

And there, sitting on the ledge, was Mira. Red coat, even in July. Three hours later, after a fruitless search through