“Prince watched him go. One of the constables started after him, but Prince held up a hand. Let the man run. The ambulance would outpace him soon enough, and when it did, when the tail lights disappeared around the corner and the sound of the engine faded into the night, Anuj Sahni would stop. He would stand in the middle of the road, in the dark, in the rain that was beginning to fall, and he would understand that his wife was gone, and that the last image of her that the world would remember was not the woman he had loved but the woman who had betrayed him.”