CHAPTER 48
Lary is definitely feeling sorry for herself while she stands wearily at Toronto’s Pearson International Airport Baggage Claims. She longs for Manuel’s touch, his smile, his skin. She misses Gabriella. She misses the dry sunshine, the scent of roses in the morning, and the fragrant croissants baked by Maria Rosa. She even misses Santos and the dogs. Well, maybe not Santos.
The tiles. She must remember to call Manuel as soon as she gets home.
Exhausted, she stands along with the other passengers from her flight, watching the bags tumble and roll along the baggage track. Half an hour later, everyone has their suitcases but her. She needs this delay like a –
“Hillary Jane Wilkes?” Her name is spoken in a stilted, English-as-a-second-language, male voice.
Startled out of her tr
