It was Dallie’s first month in Montréal. She had already been shown around by a driver. She had been taken to have some shopping by a female assistant that Loïc had assigned to her. The only times she was with her husband was during breakfast and dinner. Sometimes after dinner, they would just talk and drink some tea or coffee on the balcony of his three-story mansion that overlooked the St. Lawrence River. Otherwise, he would just go to his own room to rest or go to his library to work on some important things.
Today, she woke up excited. She would see her mother and brother, with Nyra. However, they wouldn’t be staying with her, since they were to be admitted right away to an institution that Loïc had already arranged for them to get better soon. She thought they would be more taken car
