Chapter 21They found Aziz in the restaurant. He was sitting at a table near a window and looking absorbed in his reading of the menu.
As James and I sat down, he lifted a worried gaze to both of us in turn.
“What’s the matter?” James asked. “You look like someone died. Have you lost a patient?”
“It’s nothing like that,” Aziz said, setting the menu beside his plate. He looked at me fixedly for a moment before adding, “Are you ready to go back?”
“Go back where? To Vancouver? Yes, I am – more than ever,” I said.
Aziz shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What then?”
“Are you prepared to go back to Paris with Khalid? That’s what I was asking.”
“And no, is the answer to that. For now, I only want to go home – to Vancouver.”
“Why?” Aziz asked, still looking at me fixedly.
“Why
