[ZARINA]
When I walk out of the restaurant with my new family, Vladimir is not where I left him. The spot where he parked his car is empty. I won’t lie. I was hoping to see him one last time. Now that I know a few things about my family—something which is more than I ever knew—it’s not complicated to understand his reasons for not staying. And as much as I respect his thoughtfulness, I wish he stayed longer.
A hand on my shoulder wakes me from my stupor. My gaze shifts from the road across to the owner of the hand. My mother.
“Ready?” she asks. It’s only then a long queue of glossy black cars pulls up in front of us. Diego and Dominic are the first to step forward. While Dominic rounds one of them and switches places with the driver, Diego opens the door to the backseat of the same car
