Deepti Gupta

Ami, Gosser's eldest child, Sana, her voice carefully calm, had said over the line, I need you in Toronto now.

Corser hadn't responded, frozen in the crossbeams of two contradictory thoughts.

That she couldn't return to Toronto, and that her daughter would never ask unless something had gone terribly wrong.

Sana continued in that strangely calm voice, as if her words were nothing more than a commentary on the day.

As if this moment, too, were inevitable.

I'm in trouble.

There's been a murder.

And I'm the prime suspect.