“Thank God,” Aditya whispered, watching the scene unfold. The army was still out there, rescuing those they could. He just hoped they’d be next. But rescue wasn’t simple. The army had a system, a priority.
People whose houses had been completely destroyed were rescued first. Aditya understood that—it was only fair. But every time a boat passed by without stopping, his hope dwindled. Their house was still standing, after all, even if it was half underwater.