Seven weeks. Seven lives. Seven stories.
Thursday, 2:07pm. Meena's bedroom, Oak Street.
Meena's sitting on the edge of her bed, looking out the window, her eyes fixed on the house down the street. Everything is so quiet, so peaceful. It looks so perfect - it makes her want to scream. But she can't, because if she did, the truth would come out. And she can't let that happen.
So Meena will stay quiet. For as long as she can.