"I'll help you," Kimberly offered. I was shocked and must have looked it. She smiled, "it will make up for all the care you're not going to get from me."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You don't have to. We love each other too much to end it by ourselves," Kimberly sighed, "we owe it to..."

"Tamara."

"Tamara for making sure we didn't end up hating each other." Kimberley meant it. "I don't think I want to meet her right away, but I can at least help you find her." I chuckled at the qualified help.

"I also need to learn to speak Armenian," I added.

"Is her...