Chapter Twelve“I AGREE. THIS IS THE BEST BRIDGE in Paris.” Kate grinned as she leaned over the railing on the Pont des Arts. Her long red hair twisted into a single braid that hung down her back. She wore a T-shirt and jeans, her feet clad in sandals.
Acacia surveyed the crowded bridge from behind her dark sunglasses. “But today there are too many people.”
Kate groaned, still leaning over the edge. “Forget the padlocks, the lovers, and the tourists taking selfies. Just look at the Seine.”
Acacia followed her gaze. The river flowed beneath them, dotted here and there with riverboats. Since the water was still too high, many of the boats approached the bridge slowly before turning around and sailing away.
“People come, people go. The river flows.” Kate sighed. She rested her chin on her
