“They were treading on uneven ground with an invisible boundary between them. Both were defined by their culture. Amisha had no choice but to bow to the conventions of her society. The few rules that she defied, she did so hoping there would be no cost. “I would want someone who believed in me,” Amisha finally answered. “That’s it?” he asked, amazed. “That would be more than I could ever hope for. It is what I would want for my daughter if I ever have one.” “A daughter, hmm?” Stephen smiled. “But as things are,” Amisha said, hesitating, “I don’t know if here would be the right place for her.” Stephen seemed shocked. “You would not want her in India?” “If India became a place where she could choose her path, then yes, I would want her here. It would be her home. We . . .” She paused, thinking of Deepak. “We would be her family.” Amisha considered her world as it was now. The choices that didn’t exist. “But I would want her to have more than I have.” “More?” Stephen asked, encouraging her to continue.”