October arrives in Toronto. Temperature is dropping daily, the maples are going red and gold in a way that feels slightly aggressive about it.
Mia wears a cream knit sweater to the office, soft and fitted, her hair in a low bun with a few strands loose at the nape.
She's been cross-referencing her treatment schedule with her academic timetable, which is the kind of problem she finds satisfying, when Lisa arrives at speed.
"Children's home visit tomorrow," Lisa announces, pushing through the door with the energy of someone delivering excellent news. "Team outreach. Every department sends a few people. It's a baking activity."
Mia looks up. "Baking."
"Don't panic. There will be groups." Lisa drops into the chair across from her. "Lunch first? I'll brief you fully."
"I need to let Ellie
