Sara removed her gloves and the heavy hood off her head before unzipping her down coat and trudging her way to Reception.
She liked that Winnipeg was so cold, that the accent and customs were so very different, almost exotic, romantic.
After she'd paid for her stay, the hotel receptionist held out the key to her room.
Sara was moving away when the receptionist called, "Mrs Grissom?"
Sara turned back.
"This came for you yesterday."
Sara took the proffered envelope, her puzzled frown morphing into a smile on recognising the familiar handwriting.
Inside, a few words on a slip of paper.
Sleep well, my darling.
Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
