Tikiri Herath

The girls squealed with delight.

“My father says we have to finish by midnight but he will allow it. He even agreed to open the pool for us.”

“Oh, my god, you’re the best,” said Tanya, squeezing Zuwena’s arm. “That’s super awesome.”

Zuwena’s parents were influential politicians in the country. Her mother was often on television, giving fiery speeches, and her father was often in the newspapers shaking hands with foreign dignitaries. They were always traveling for work with an entourage in tow which meant Zuwena’s home was the best place to host a party

They moved, leaving behind their families, their friends, their pasts.

They used their newly acquired degrees to find work overseas.

They left their own dear mother, who taught them how to walk, who cooked and fed them, and took care of them when they were sick. They took their wives and left to Mumbai and Delhi.

walls had closed in. I felt nauseous just walking through the door

vengeful, vigilante jus

Just as they let their guard down, a man in a black suit pushes Katy into a waiting London cab.

Experimenting with the recipes in Chef Pierre’s magazines had been my only escape from that hell.

I could get lost in his cookbooks and foodie magazines for hours.

He’d kept me company on days when I felt like the whole world was against me

And it was this skill that had saved my skin every single time.