A New change

The flight was long but uneventful. Ladi spent most of it lost in thought, going over his plans, his expectations, and the reality of what was waiting for him.

When the plane finally touched down in Vancouver, the cold hit him the moment he stepped outside. Even with the coat Eric insisted he buy, it was a different kind of chill—one that seeped into his bones.

The airport doors slid open, and the cold struck Ladi like a slap to the face. It wasn't the kind of cold he'd known back home—this was sharper, cleaner, like the air itself had been filtered. His breath turned to mist as he exhaled, and for a moment, he just stood there, gripping the handle of his suitcase, taking it all in.