A ray of midafternoon sun stole through the curtains and Tania watched the dust motes move in random patterns. It had been a week since Dublin, but Dad hadn't said one harsh word. She had been expecting a show down, but he had been unusually restrained. Not sure how to deal with it, she wished he would just confront her. Get it done with. Her phone beeped. WhatsApp message from Harmeet, who left the week before. "I've always felt that the best place to hide a body is in the trunk of a ...