A suffocating blanket woven with the scent of sandalwood and the lingering, metallic tang of loss. Two days. Two eternities. That’s how long Abhimanyu had been gone. Two days since Grandpa’s funeral, since the final rites were performed under a sky that seemed to weep with us. Two days since the chaos, the whispers, and the unnerving, hushed accusations that had turned our home into a battleground.