Chapter 11In spite of Mimico being part of the greater Toronto Area, it had a small-town feel. The main street was long and narrow, spotted with the candy-coloured storefronts run by local businesses, along with the neon-glow of more corporate franchises. Felicity followed her phone’s GPS until she reached the Beverly House Hospice Care Centre, right behind the Public Library and a small marina with a cut-out lighthouse as its sign. If this day hadn’t been overcast and cloudy, and the mission itself done for a trying reason, Felicity would have felt as if she was on vacation. Mimico practically screamed quaint date material. A flicker of Dakota’s face crossed her mind. Though she missed her so madly, she had no phone number to assuage this sensation, and so she tried to push her longing aw
