The weekend in Shibuya dissolved between the echo of the blades on the morning rink and the sound of zippers closing on the living room floor. With less than seventy-two hours before boarding their flight to Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport, the fifteenth-floor apartment had lost its usual minimalist order to become a camp of sports logistics. Two massive, rigid canvas suitcases bearing the Canadian federation's crest lay open beside the sofa, flanked by the rigid titanium cases where Jake kept his spare skates.
