Chacha Rasheed's Big Decision!

Danish woke up before morning, and his heart felt as heavy as if a stone had been placed on his chest. The street below was still quiet, but he kept imagining Chacha Rasheed's voice coming from every window: I have proof! I have proof!

In the storeroom, Zib was already awake. He sat by the window, looking at his wrist-band. Four little moons were shining on it.

Four moons. Four nights.