I stamped my foot in emphasis. I refused to think through how much like Bodie throwing a temper tantrum I might seem.
“We don’t know where she is.” Fara shook her head again.
“She’ll show up. She always does.” I paced the living room. I’d tried to think of everything. There weren’t other options.
“And what are you going to give her instead?” Fara cocked her head as if she knew the answer.
I held my mother’s book in my hands. “This.” My heart lurched at the idea of parting with it. But I stole Rumi’s history; it seemed fair to lose mine in return. He always spoke of karma. Maybe this was mine.
“Does it have the symbol in it?” Fara asked.
“No.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “She’s not going to want it. She’s not going to give you back Rumi’s things either.”
A knock at the door stopped us. Fara checked the Spirit Stone and then opened it. “Sergio?”
“Hi, is Juliet home?” He sounded hesitant and awkward.
She stepped back and motioned him toward me.
