Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

urgently. “Maya, this feels like his party, not yours. You look like hired help.”

“That’s because it is his party,” I said quietly, keeping my smile in place. “Do me a favor. Don’t leave early. And keep your phone ready.”

“Maya, what are you planning?”

“Nothing dramatic. I promise. Just… trust me, okay?”

She studied my face, then nodded slowly. “Okay. continue reading …