It took three days to travel up the rain-swollen river. Suhan piloted the boat.
“Doctor go to big house. Very much sick,” he would say over and over like a mantra.
Each day the sun beat down without mercy, and I would feel my skin blistering as the sweat soaked through my clothes. I listened to the brown water pushing the boat onwards, the birds cackling in the lifeless trees, and drank sparingly from my bottled water.
On the second day towards evening, the boat collided with something, and Suhan called out in terror. It was a bloated body. Suhan began to rock and pray.
On the third morning as we drew close to the plantation the river was choked with bodies, and a plume of gray smoke rose into the sky. The great house was burning.
“Everyone gone,” Suhan said, his eyes like black tunnels. “Everyone free.”
Despite the heat, I began to shiver.