I headed to my room. The house was dark and empty. Good. I wanted some alone time.
There was the faint and pleasant odor of freshly grilled chicken and Caesar salad coming from the kitchen. I stopped in to grab the dish of food Nonna had left me and a glass of ice water before heading upstairs.
I shut the door to my bedroom and sat at the desk. I needed to sort through what I had learned. One thing was for sure, I didn't want to sleep until I could figure out what to do.
Find a Gypsy. Where the heck would I find a Gypsy? Not like they grew on trees. Why couldn't anyone just give me a straight answer?
Disgusted, I grabbed my mother's diary from my nightstand and flipped to where I had left off. She was in her senior year and only wrote a few entries. I started eating my salad and began
