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LA IS SURPRISINGLY cold when I land. It’s the winter, after all, but without all the snow, looks are deceiving. I wrap my jacket around myself, waiting for Emilia and Marco to pick me up. I wait and wait and wait.

Checking the time, it’s well past the hour they were supposed to come for me. I try to keep my tears back. I’m just exhausted after traveling and dealing with all the people. It’s so draining for me.

When another half hour passes, I decide to just get a taxi and head for Emilia and Marco’s house. It takes another hour to get to their place, and once I see the familiar Spanish-style mansion, I feel instantly better. I can’t wait to snuggle into my new bed with a good book about Greek sculptures.

I knock on the door when I arrive. A middle-aged woman answers. “Yes?”

“Uh, I’m Francesca. Is Emilia and Marco home?”

“Yes, they are. May I ask your business with them.”

“I’m Emilia’s sister,” I say with a frown. “I’m here to stay with them for a while.”

She motions me inside. “I’ll l
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