A love that struck like lightning. A secret kept for thirty-one years. A knock on a door that changes everything.
April 1991. In a crowded pizza parlor in Northridge, California, Danny Murphy crosses the room toward a girl in an emerald blouse, and his life splits cleanly into before and after. His grandfather from Ischia had a name for it: il colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt.
Rajinder Kaur is brilliant, beautiful, and three months from a flight to Delhi she cannot refuse. They fall in love anyway. Completely. Knowing the clock is running.
What Danny never learns is that Rajinder leaves carrying more than memories.
Across three decades, they build two separate, honorable lives. She becomes an engineer, a wife, and a mother in Queens, married to a good man who chose her daughter before he chose her. Danny becomes a dentist in the San Fernando Valley, until a freak accident in his own chair ends his career in four seconds and sends him onto the open roads of the West with an RV, a set of golf clubs, and a letter he has honored for a decade at a cost no one knows.
Then a young woman walks up the path of a yellow house on Balboa Boulevard, holding the hand of a five-year-old boy with a familiar jaw. And everything both families thought was finished turns out to have only been waiting.
Find Me, Please is a sweeping, tender story of first love and second chances, of two families bound together by a secret kept out of love, and of the rare devotion that waits a lifetime without ever asking anyone else to pay for it.
Whatever the years do,
wherever they take you,
may your garden always be in bloom.