Devika had forked his code eight months ago. She hadn't known whose it was.

What she had built with it: a legal access tool in Kannada. Forty-three questions a woman might need answered if a door had been locked against her. Property. Custody. Protection. Each answer in the language she spoke, on the phone she already had, at the cost she could pay.

The cost she could pay was nothing.

He looked at the screen for a long time. She watched him look.

He had written the mathematics. He had not known what it was for until now.