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Mrs. Steel’s eyes flicker with disbelief as she reads the email on her iPad and my attempts to explain Emre’s involvement and the events of the night only seem to intensify her shock.
“Why didn’t you tell me this? Who is this person they are talking about, and what the hell happened?’’ Her tone escalates, and I can tell it’s not anger but rather worry, shock, and fear of what almost happened, but still a lump forms in my throat as I sense the impending storm that may come with my explanation.
“Emre is the guy who went to get us at the airport.” Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I explain who Emre is before proceeding to explain how we ended up at the club with him and his cousins, and Mrs. Steel’s reaction is explosive.
She asks me ho
