Connections can be found in unexpected spaces, such as greenhouses and the flora they house. Despite knowing about greenhouses and histories of violence behind their creation, I wasn’t prepared for the array of emotions that assailed me when I visited a greenhouse for the first time—inside the Jardins Botaniques in Montreal.

Afterwards, we strolled down the street. Actually, Annie and KK strolled, while I pretended to stroll, trying to inject a measure of insouciance into my knees in the hope that it would work its way upwards. “She is just a person,” I told myself, and turned to her, striving for jauntiness.