She took the photograph to the oldest part of the city, where houses leaned into each other like old friends. There, a woman named Jamuna—thin, with a stubborn spine—told Maya that she had once known two sisters who left town under a rain of rumors. People said they had taken a secret to the river. Jamuna pointed to an empty lot now colonized by tamarind saplings. “They planted something and promised each other if ever they were lost, they would return where the earth was soft.”