Saya

…That question nagged me for weeks, until one evening, my daughter Saya ran into the kitchen to show me something she had made in art class.…

…Tana barely slept, busy guiding a different part of our extended family through their ceremonies during the day, then worrying about the intruder after dark. The final straw came on our last evening there. Another cousin, Saya, was in the new house helping with some cooking when she saw a pale hand grip one of the barred windows for a moment.…