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“Do you think Mom is expressing her feelings by going to Barcelona for the fourth time in the last six months?”

“She’s going to Barcelona again?”

“That’s what Dad said.”

“Oh.”

“I get this time she’s already in Europe,” Ciara says, “so it’s a cheap flight, but where the hell did she find the money for the other trips?”

“She said she used air miles she’s been accumulating forever.”

“You believe her?”

“Yes.”

“So, she decides to use all of her air miles to visit the same country? What about the rest of Europe? That doesn’t even make sense.”

Why would she doubt Mom? “She says she finds inspiration there.”

“What about the other cities in Spain?” I’ve wondered myself. “What’s in Barcelona that warrants that many visits?”

I’m stump.

She arches a brow. “As the French would say, Il y a anguille sous roche.”

Translation: There’s far more than meets the eye.

Hmmm…

“Is Dad going to join Mom in Barcelona?” I ask.

She cocks an eyebrow. “He’s not.”

“Why not? They’re both in Europe.”

“That’s the million-dollar question.”

Chapter 30

Sofia

I press a hand against a wall, the other against my chest.

I need to find someone who will hire me. I need money.

Worry cements into a block in my stomach.

Breathe, Sofia.

Breathe.

I will the anxiety that has its hands clenched around my throat to loosen its grip.

Ten days without a word from Bryce.

Ten days of endless interviews that always end the same way.

Ten days of agony.

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