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The city sprawled as far as the eye could see. She'd never seen anything like it. An enormous contrast to the small town she'd spent most of her life, Dee found São Paulo unreal.
Her face pressed to the window of the private plane, eyes straining to see past the aircraft's wing as she swung her gaze from side to side. She stared across an endless sea of buildings, patches of trees as lakes of life in the topography of cement and steel. Single story buildings, a sandbar along the taller skyscrapers, were a dense layer of residency she couldn't imagine living in, their squalor a harsh juxtaposition from the towers of mirrored glass rising around them. Her house in the woods, so much open air surrounding it, would be alien in this place.
Excited by the news of traveling, Dee'd held the
