It was mostly in the Nuu-chah-nulth native tongue, so Jordan didn’t understand it. What she did understand and what impressed her was the respect these people showed for one another. Respect, compassion, honesty and caring. She could think of a lot of people back in Vancouver who would benefit from a healing circle. She and Silas were quiet as they walked through the dark woods. Holding Jordan’s hand, he shone the flashlight carefully so she could see the path. With each step, the tension between them grew. Jordan was hungry for him, and it seemed forever before they reached his cabin. He opened the door and she followed him inside. She could see a faint light coming from his computer, but other than that it was dark. “You don’t lock your door.” Jordan knew it was a stupid question—as far as she could tell, no one in the entire community locked anything. “Locks are a symbol of fear. But—” he clicked the latch down on the inside of the door “—tonight I don’t want interruptions.”
