~ Passport~
"South America? Holly, you can't be serious! You know that Jose doesn't love you!"
Holly swallowed hard; stung by Paul's words-even if they were truthful. "Of course Jose loves me." She lied. "He just has a hard time showing it."
"Leaving you in your darkest hour is a terrible way to show someone that you love them."
"Please don't, Paul. Things will be fine, you'll see. Once I get to Brazil, things will be different!"
"And just how do you plan to get there?"
"I have a ticket right here. And I have a brand-new passport."
Paul sighed. "Holly, I love you, don't you know that? Forget about Jose. Forget about South America. I love you!"
Holly began to cry. "I love you, too."
He pulled her toward him and kissed her deeply, brushing the tears from her face.
"What am I supposed to do with this passport and ticket now? I can't very well go to Brazil."
Her admission made Paul smile. "We'll exchange it. How about a trip to Paris?"