They searched the world together for years, my parents. They never found what they were looking for, but they’d found each other. Finally, my mum went back with him to New York and they married. Again. (They were first married in a half-buried temple somewhere in India, but he wanted to make it official.) But deep down he was devastated about the broken roads and sank into a depression. He was haunted and had become convinced there was a world … Continue reading The Door – Part Three