After the business failed, Rohan spent three months barely leaving his room. Everything he'd built over five years — the shop, the small team, the modest reputation in his town — had collapsed within weeks after a fire he couldn't have predicted and insurance that covered barely a third of the damage.

His mother, who had survived far harder years than his, brought him tea every morning without commentary. She didn't tell him to cheer up. She simply sat with him, some mornings in complete silence.