Chapter Twenty-Two
“Are you really not our sister?” Kasha asks once we are alone in the suite Zahir booked for us at the Benton Grand Manhattan overlooking Central Park. This question is one of the first things either of them have spoken since we arrived.
I know Kasha must be traumatized. Instead of freaking out over the luxury suite’s sweeping city views and Art Deco design, she and Sasha sink into the room’s plush velvet couch with their backs to the stunning New York City skyline. And forget selfies…the girls stare dead ahead as two of Zahir’s guards drop their hastily packed suitcases into the smaller of the suite’s two bedrooms and hand me a phone with their numbers pre-programmed in.
“Try to get rid of me when I come home in September. You’ll see how much of a sister I am then,” I
