Bianca

It had been nearly a week, and still nothing from Dad. I tried not to worry. Carlo had promised he would try and do the best he could to find answers. He was right—Dad had done a disappearing act for the better part of five years. When he was ready to come back, then he would do it. I just had to wait until that day.

“Why are you getting all dressed up today?” Erika asked teasingly.

“Can’t a girl make an effort once in a while?”

She shook her head. “Please! You’ve never worn a denim miniskirt or had your hair braided—I didn’t even know you could braid...