CHAPTER-17With a steaming cup of hot coffee, I sat on the living room couch, still not able to talk about what had happened a few hours ago. Noah was quiet as well, not talking about this morning. He pretty much left me to my own thoughts.
So much had happened in a matter of hours, it felt like the Christmas party happened a decade ago. Now, I couldn't go out anymore, without always looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was following me. I suddenly wanted to be back in India, in our home, away from all this madness.
It was well over lunchtime when Noah finally came back into the living room.
"Can I interest you with a lasagna?" He asked with his hallmark cheery grin as though nothing had happened. He stared at me sometimes and deciding he was not getting any response from me, he con
