One week. That's all it took for my life to turn on its head. A week ago I was single, and my father was alive and well. Now, I have four boyfriends and my father, who I just buried, may actually still be alive. Every inch of my being is screaming at me to go find him. To see for myself that he's alive and then discover who made it look like he was dead in the first place. But I've got a choice to make. Gael found a shipment of women is crossing the border in less than forty-eight hours. Do I help them intercept the shipment and save these women? Or do I go find my dad and confirm, with my own eyes, he's not the guy currently lounging in a coffin, six feet under? But maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Maybe I need a little more time to figure out how I'll explain my very new, very active dating life. I'll have to have a good speech to stave off the aneurysm he's sure to have when I saunter up with not one, not two, but four boyfriends. One fucking week...