I felt so much better when the plane landed in Paris. The familiar French signs and smell of baguettes gave me a sense of safety. Logan had been quiet during most of the flight and I hadn’t had any idea where to start talking or asking questions. Now that we landed he moved forward quickly and confidently. Neither of us had any sort of baggage so getting through the airport went smoothly - even through customs.

This time Logan had a limo waiting out front for us. I glanced at him curiously but he didn’t look at me and made no attempt to explain. I knew he made more than...