“She knew him instantly. Not because of the blue eyes, though they were startling — that impossible colour, the legacy of some genetic anomaly that had skipped generations and arrived in this man like a gift from a ancestor he would never know. Not because he looked like Rajesh, though he did — the same height, the same build, the same way of standing with his weight on one foot. She knew him because her body knew him. The same way a plant knew sunlight. The same way water knew the direction of the sea. She knew him in her bones, in her blood, in the particular cellular memory of a woman who had carried him inside her body and would carry him inside her heart until the day she died.”