Back in America

Catherine’s POV

"Mummy, we are in America!" Liam squealed, as he bounced down the stairs of the helicopter, with Mr Thomas following closely behind him.

"Be careful, sweetie," I sighed, tightly holding onto Leo who seemed wary of his new surroundings.

"This place is strange and hot," Leo muttered. "I don't like America. When are we going back to Canda, mummy?"

"Soon," I lied, knowing fully well that I had signed a contract to be a neurosurgeon at the America branch for one year, at least.

"Really soon or far soon?" He scrutinized my expression as if trying to deduce an ounce of lie on my face.

"Soon soon, baby," I lied again, just as three bald burly men that were identically dressed in black suits and dark sunshades trekked up to us.

"Welcome to America, ma'am," They bowed in unison to me before collecting our luggage and turning to Mr Thomas.

"It's been a while, sir," They said to him, and he nodded.

"It sure has," He said. "Take the luggage to the car. How many cars did you bring?