Sheriff Michaud sat down opposite her.
Zoe was trembling with exhaustion and tension: she held her hands in her lap, her fingers clasped together.
"Miss," Michaud spoke after a long silence.
She had explained to them why she had come to Canada, why Matteo was with her and what the connection was with Nat and Remo.
The sheriff had the large hands of someone who knows how to make a child feel safe, hands big enough to fly his children in the air and grab them with one arm, hands that could protect anyone else"s by hiding them in his palm.
All the same, Zoe didn"t feel safe at all.
She wanted to see Matteo, at least for a few seconds, to see that he was calm, free; she was so sorry to have involved him in that situation. She imagined that it would have worse consequences than she
