The next morning, Shruti sat on her bed, unable to sleep. She heard a knock on the door and looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway with a tray of breakfast.Her mother sat down beside her on the bed and placed the tray in front of her. "Here, eat something," she said gently.Shruti shook her head. "I'm not hungry."Her mother put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't take your father's words to heart, Shruti. He was just angry."Shruti's eyes flashed with hurt. "He didn't even listen to me, Mom! Doesn't he believe his own daughter?"Her mother