The seaplane descends over Tofino and Mia presses close to the window.
Below, the Pacific wraps around forested islands in impossible shades of blue, white sand curving like a ribbon along the shore, dark rock formations rising from the surf with the drama of something geological and ancient.
Mia turns from the window. "Wait—you said the Raiders are also in Tofino?"
"They do a west coast training week every mid-season break." Ellie's eyes are a little too bright. "Rest, conditioning, that kind of thing. This year it just happens to overlap with ours."
She adds, with the casualness of someone deploying information strategically, "Elias surfs, apparently. Very physical sport. Very hands-on."
Mia's eyes narrow slightly. "That's quite the coincidence."
She'd been off the training center
