CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Keira couldn’t sleep again after her nightmare, so she let Cristiano doze while she typed up more of her article.
On our final full day in Paris, we walk the length of the St Martin Canal, making sure we cross every single one of its beautiful iron bridges. This is a location loved by movie-makers, yet it is also one of the more residential areas of Paris. Light bounces off the water which reflects the buildings, the dog walkers, the kids on scooters, and the joggers going about their lives. It’s tranquil, and there’s a gentle calm about the place. But that doesn’t stop my mood turning from exuberance to melancholy. My story in Paris is almost complete and I have a horrible suspicion I might know how it all ends...
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It was dark by the time Cristiano woke. Keira ha
