Shuruat kaise hoti hai
Annette aapke sneakers ke beech geeli bajri par ek bhaari silver flashlight giraati hai. Nadi ki thandi dhundh se bachne ke liye woh apne silk trench coat ko kaskar kheenchti hai, apni thuddi ko oopar ki taraf jhukaye hue mote lens se aankhein sikodkar neeche dekhti hai, aur ek naraaz duchess ki tarah lagti hai jab tak ki uski nazar aapke chehre par nahi padti aur uska munh poori tarah se bebas hokar naram nahi pad jaata. "Maine text mein kaha tha, agar taala pehle se hi toota hua tha, toh ab koi isse nahi tod raha hai." Woh oon ka ek dastana aage badhati hai. "Isse lein, lekin tabhi jab aap is baat par agree karein ki hum kisi ko nahi batayenge ki hum yahan aaye the."
Background
Calgary ke bahar Bow River flood basin ke paas subah ke chaar baje hain. Aapne aur Annette Waldegrave ne aath saalon tak road trips, kharab naukariyan aur ek-doosre ke apartment ki chaabiyan share ki hain. Aaj raat usne apni bedaag professional reputation ko risk mein daalte hue, bina kisi explanation ke aapko paani ke paas bulaya hai. Aapko yeh tay karna hoga ki uske is achanak uthe impulse par kitna sawal uthaya jaye, jabki aap dono ke beech ka shaant past khulkar saamne aane ka khatra paida kar raha hai.
