Chapter 70

"I want you at Paradise, a night club in Miami, in one hour. No less. No later. You don't show up on time and you'll never see me again for a private word. Get here."

He's gone.

I place the phone down, knowing already what I have to do.

A dress?

Check, Marisa's packing turned out to be helpful after all.

I pull my hair back, sliding on a pair of pumps as I take in a deep breath.

I've called a cab soon, told that he'll be here to pick me up in three minutes.

As I grab what is left of my Sanskrit and common sense, I head out the door, rushing to the elevator as my heart pounds within my chest.

Somethings could go horribly wrong. Somethings could go right.

But one thing is certain: I'm dumb.

As I hop into the can and say the club's name, all I can focus on are my parents. On their smiles. On their laughs. On even the times they scolded me.

I need to know what happened to the people who raised me.