CHAPTER 15
Just over a week later, Breanne got her passport stamped at customs in the Toronto airport.
In the interests of posterity, she studied her surroundings. Near their gate, a strange dividing wall made of transparent plastic held colorful human figures at the top. I suppose it’s meant to be art, but I’m not able to analyze it. She clutched tightly to Nick's hand. He kissed her temple and an elderly Canadian couple gave them a dirty look.
“I can't believe I'm really doing this,” she said softly.
“I'm very glad you are. I hope you will be too, eventually,” he replied. The intensity in his tone cut through her nerves.
Reassure him. This is scary for him too. “I am. I'm glad to be with you, Nick.”
“Peut-être, parce que nous sommes au Canada, nous pouvons parler français1,” he sug
