Zoe waved an arm to return Matteo"s greeting, in the middle of the lake.
Remo had taken them on a trip to Dow"s Lake: an artificial lake created by the Rideau, the canal that runs through the city.
Matteo, his brothers and Remo had rented three canoes and were competing on the water.
The lake was able to capture all the light in the sky, it was a blinding blue, in Zoe"s eyes.
They had crossed the fields of red and white tulips and a small forest of green maples.
The bucolic atmosphere smelled of summer, sun and laughter.
What had happened in the previous days seemed just a bad dream.
"May I?"
Zoe turned, the girl named Federica was a few steps away from her, uncertain about what to do.
Zoe moved, to show that there was room for her too. "You seemed very lost in thought,"
