PART III
There's only us, there's only this
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss
No other road, no other way
No day but today
— Jonathan Larson, No Day But Today
Chapter 16November 2019
Christa
The day before American Thanksgiving, I met Jess and Ethan outside the security gates at the Montréal-Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport. For agonizing minutes, I scanned the face of every person who walked by, searching for a sign. My excitement was palpable. I drank in everyone’s features, eyes moving constantly. Was that my son with the freckles and the red hair? Or that… sixty-year-old Chinese woman? Okay, maybe I needed to get a grip.
And then, finally, they appeared. Jess walked a step in front, but even if she hadn’t, I could never question the identity of the young man
