Vinayak Joshi

Royce sighed. The sigh was new. “You don’t know this woman. This isn’t your problem.” “I know that.” “So why are you helping her?” “Because that’s what people do. They help each other. If you saw a man lying in the road with an arrow in him, you’d stop, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course,” Royce replied, “anyone would. A wounded man is easy pickings, unless