"I don't know yet," Naina said. "But the students — they know something. They're scared. But they're coordinated about being scared. Someone has organised them."
"Who would organise a group of thirteen-year-olds into—" Priti stopped.
"Into silence," Naina said. "I don't know yet. But I'm going to find out."
She stood up. At the door she stopped. "One thing. Don't tell anyone from the school that I came here. If Mr. Iyer asks — you haven't spoken to me."
Priti nodded. "Please find her," she said.
"I will," Naina said. She went down the stairs and into the Aundh evening and stood on the pavement with her notebook open, writing things down before they faded. The note. What's happening at school is wrong — not me. The students: good kids, scared. Mr. Iyer's satisfaction at Kavitha's absence. The digital login — still active.
She needed the students. Specifically, she needed Meera Shah.
