33. Welcome to Toronto
Michelle
I checked my watch for the third time. Only a couple of minutes have passed since I last checked, but anxiety gives me no respite. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but impatience settles in my chest like a knot impossible to untie.
Dylan agreed to pick me up personally, even though I insisted it wasn't necessary, that I could take a taxi without any problem. But he refused. I didn't know if his refusal was out of simple courtesy or because deep down he had other motives.
The doorbell finally rings. I stay still for a second and exhale slowly before opening the door.
“Hi! Are you ready?”
Dylan smiles with that unshakable confidence of his. I smiled back politely and grabbed my suitcase.
“Let me carry them,” he says, extending his hand.
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