“I am not sure if he died. He disappeared many years ago. And my father was already gone. He was a deadbeat and an alcoholic. My mother was not sad when he left, but that was when we had to go into the city to live. We struggled to make ends meet. That is why I want to earn enough here as a businesswoman to bring my mother and all my sisters to America and buy them a house.”
That part of the story I’d heard before, and I nodded and patted her shoulder. “You will. You are good. I’m sure many of your clients would be happy to help you convince those guys to leave you alone.”
“I would like you to help me, Sigrune. You are the best, and you are my friend.”
The words touched me more than I would admit, but they worried me too. As I’d told my therapist, I made it a point to avoid developing f
