Gemma's point of view
Only a couple days later we had finally landed! The smell of curry carried all the way to the docks. It made me feel like I was home and the quick thought of the cave of sighs made me blush. I looked at Kartik, he's face showing that he had missed India just as much as I had. Holding my father's arm I guided him through all the stalls to find our carriage and luggage. I looked around as the driver helped father into the carriage, where was he? Then I caught sight of him, he was talking to an elderly Indian man. They looked friendly but also intense. I sounded the whistle Kartik had taught me on the boat. I knew he would know it was me, but he didn't turn around. I waited, not knowing what to do. I didn't want to interrupt him but I needed to know if he would meet us later or if he just needed a moment.
" Miss Doyle?"
" Yes?"
" The gentleman over there asked me to give you this."
" Thank you" I replied as I opened the note:
Gemma,
I'll meet you at your father's estate. I hope to find out some things before I meet with you. Love, Kartik.
I sighed and got in the car. I was a little worried, what did he have to know? Why couldn't he just tell me?
My thoughts consumed me until we pulled up to out house. It had been empty for four years. The last person to leave had been my father. This was bitter sweet for us. We'd lost a loved one the last time we were here and now, I hoped, I would be gaining new loved ones. I wasn't going to let the pain over come me. I was going to change what this house meant for us.
" Gemma"
" Yes Father?"
" Help me out please," as I helped him he looked at the house, " Let's fix it up and do your mother proud."
" I'd love to"