Father returned on the afternoon of the fifth day. His right arm was bandaged and his face abraded with dozens of scabs. His left leg dragged a moment before committing to a step. He waved off my questions until he was able to pour himself a mug of tea.
After his third swallow he finally said, “Lohoni and Angtha are a day behind me. They were hurt worse and healed faster. They laughed the entire time. It was exhausting.”