Becoming Sarah (12 page)

I needed to decide whether to keep trying to make contact with my mother, or whether to let Jamie and my old life go.

But all of this would come later, much later. Right now I was off to Paris.

The flight attendants made an announcement over the intercom, first in English, then in French. With a thrill, I realized I understood both. I’d never been on an international flight before. In about ten hours, I’d be standing on foreign soil. I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered in anticipation.

The older woman sitting next to me leaned over and smiled. “Your first trip to France?”

I nodded.

“You’ll love it.”

“I know,” I said.

“I’m Nora.”

“I’m. . .” I hesitated. “I’m Sarah,” I said firmly. “Sarah Winslow.”