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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Recipes
  34. Starry Fuzzy Fizz
  35. Acknowledgments
  36. Discover More
  37. Author’s Note
  38. About the Author
  39. Also by Farah Heron
  40. Praise for Farah Heron

“I know it’s a weird thing to say, but I’m glad you left the party so you could be there for Dad. Thanks,” Kamila said.

“Thanking me is not necessary. You would have done the same for my family.” Jana’s voice was clipped. It seemed she was back to being annoyed and irritated with Kamila.

Ah well. Perhaps it was better to stay on familiar ground. “Well, I know you’re quite busy with that company you’re starting, and all those personal talks with Rohan—”

“How do you know I spoke to Rohan?”

“Jana, you told us. When you left the game in a huff, you said you left your purse in his condo. Plus, he mentioned it.”

“He told you why I went to see him? I can’t believe this. I’ll never understand how you manage to get everyone wrapped around your—”

“No, he didn’t tell me what you talked about. Rohan wouldn’t betray your confidence. All he said was that you two talked.”

Jana pulled up in front of Kamila’s door. “Look, I’m going to say one thing—don’t believe everything that man says.”

“Rohan wouldn’t lie to me.” Scold her, yell at her, call her selfish, yes. But not lie.

“Not Rohan. Anil. He can’t be trusted. Let’s say he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“Sounds like he knows the real reason you left Tajikistan and you’re afraid of it becoming known.”

Jana looked at Kamila, blinking, then turned and looked straight in front of her. “Goodbye, Kamila. Let me know if your father needs anything from me.”

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Kamila’s limbs felt heavy as she climbed the stairs to her front door. She finally checked the time. Past two a.m. The moon was bright in the sky—although only a sliver of a crescent illuminating the mist surrounding it. It seemed fitting somehow—a new moon.

In her religion, new-moon nights were considered especially holy. She wasn’t really much of a praying person, or really religious at all, but after a night like tonight, she needed all the help the universe was willing to give her. So, she said a prayer that Dad would be a little better tomorrow. And a little better the day after that. She said a second prayer, that she would be strong enough to handle whatever came after that.