Chapter 43
Unknown Fate
(Maya’s POV)
The breeze was soft today, warm for a Paris afternoon in early spring. I held Jamie’s tiny hand as we walked along the Seine, the late sun stretching long shadows across the cobblestone walkway. The river sparkled, reflecting the sky like a mirror. Boats passed slowly, filled with tourists waving and snapping pictures. Jamie waved back at every one of them like he was the mayor of Paris.
“Mama, do you think birds talk to each other?” Jamie asked suddenly, his dark curls bouncing as he skipped a little ahead.
I smiled. “Of course they do. Don’t you hear them chirping every morning?”
“But what do they talk about?” he asked, looking up at a pair of pigeons perched on a lamppost. “Do you think they talk about us?”
“Maybe,” I said, pretending to thin
