The Mapmaker and the Ghost(53)

And, of course, my journey would never have started at all without my family. I owe many, many thanks to my parents, Haleh and Hossein, who always made me feel like having a writer in the family was something to be proud of. To my sister, Golnaz, for sharing my sense of humor (and oftentimes her wardrobe). And, finally, to the one person who believed in me beyond anyone else. To my aunt, Homa, who is forever my compass and without whom I can’t imagine having made it through this quest or any other.