Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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IVAN
The drive was silent.
Meera was on the phone the entire time, muttering angrily at someone through the speaker. I couldn't make out the words she said was saying.
Her hair was down, still wet from the shower and held back a faded blue ribbon. Dark strands of her hair fell onto her face regardless. I wanted to reach out of brush them out of the way. Of course, I couldn't do that without being labeled a creep so I held onto the wheel tightly and pretended that I didn't notice anything that was happening in the passenger seat.
Instead I turned on the radio, settling for some old tunes and hummed along to the music. The soft crooning of Sam Cooke drowned out her words, giving her some privacy.
"Ugh! Asshole!" Meera swore suddenly. She tossed the phone onto her lap and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "That's the eleventh voicemail I've left and he hasn't answered me at all!"
"Who?" I asked, perplexed by her outburst.
Meera popped her head up, glaring at the road ahead. "My uncle." She said darkly.
"Maybe his phone is dead?" I suggested. "Or he left it home? Nik does that a lot. Drives Anya and I up the wall."
"Perhaps," she muttered. "I'm just more worried about Amara than him right now."
Amara? Did she mean the teenager who literally grilled me before letting me into the house? That kid? I glanced over at Meera, noticing how she shared some features with the girl. They both had the same round eyes and sharp nose.
They're personalities on the other hand were anything but alike. I think I could understand what our parents had to deal with when my siblings and I were teenagers. I shuddered at the thought, what a nightmare.
"She seems like she can take of herself," I concluded, returning my eyes back to the road. "What's she doing in Manhattan?"
"Amara...ran away from home. She's a strong kid. Always has been but I'm more worried about why her and uncle Vin got into a fight." Meera sighed and hugged her knees close to her chest. "I'm sorry that I dragged you out here. You shouldn't get caught up in my problems."
"Why are you apologizing? It's not like you forced me." I took the next exit, allowing the car to turn in a slow arc. "Meera, remember how I said that if you ever need help, never hesitate to reach out?."
"Yeah," she said dryly. "I still have the business card."
"I meant that. This is me reaching back." I said. "I'm a man of my word. You needed help, I was right there. Nothing wrong with that."
"Ivan, appreciate your kindness. I really do." She said softly. "But sometimes I wonder......are you helping me because you want to Or because you......." She turned to look at me, gnawing at her bottom lip. "Never mind. It's stupid now that I'm saying it out loud."
