PART 7: Sketches That Didn’t Include HerSome days don’t announce that they will hurt.They arrive like any other day—quiet, ordinary—and only later do you realize something inside you has shifted.Aarushi noticed it first in the smallest way.She reached the bus stop that evening, a little earlier than usual. The sky was soft blue, the kind that promised nothing dramatic. She stood near the railing, fingers wrapped around her bag strap, eyes scanning the road.Mira wasn’t there.That wasn’t unusual.What was unusual was how quickly Aarushi felt it.She checked the time.Five minutes early.She told herself to relax.But the thought stayed—light, persistent.Mira arrived