Two women named Sara each get into a rideshare. . . but only one makes it home alive. Was it the right Sara? Sara—short for Saraswati—is a young law student, working towards her JD and starting her career. But after failing yet again to secure another scholarship, Sara's been working on the local dive bar to make ends meet. It seems like an ordinary busy Tuesday night until her boss demands Sara to deal with a passed out, drunk girl in the bathroom. The two become fast friends. Why? Because they both have the same name. And despite their different circumstances—Sara, struggling to make ends meet, Sarah coming from the rich side of town;Sarah having the luxury of passing out in bars, Sara striving to never be in a dumpy bar again—the two connect. When they both order rideshares home, they tumble in the back of the cars and head out into the night. But when Sara awakes in her rideshare, she finds she's on the wrong side of town—the rich side—and she realizes: she and Sarah took the wrong cars home. With no money, Sara walks back to her apartment on the shady side of town only to discover police lights flashing and a body crumpled on her doorstep: Sarah. Which Sara was really supposed to die? Sarah, the rich girl with seemingly no problems? Or Sara, the "nice Indian girl" with no skeletons in her closet? In this smart, twisty novel about ambition, wealth and dangerous longing, the layers are peeled back on two young women desperate to break out of the expectations placed on them, with devastating results.