'You don't know where they have settled, or travelled too?' Meena hoped she wasn't being too nosey, but she had to ask really. He seemed sad when he spoke of his children; he obviously regretted not being a part of their lives, and she felt for him.
'Can I..can I ask their names?' she looked back at him as they walked, then forward again, carefully skirting a large wet area, more mud than grass. They passed by the edges of the trees, and now she could see where the ground slowly sloped away from them.
There was a possibility, however slim, that she may have spoken to one of his children, if not both in passing. Some news was better than none.
