CHAPTER EIGHT
Nash walked in the airport to the maelstrom of people as they rushed here and there. The defining hum of a thousand voices made him feel queasy. He took a moment to readjust, taking in tiny breaths of air to calm himself. It had been nearly a year since he had seen so many people, let alone been in a large town or city.
Nash looked over at the registration desks to see which one was his, then made his way to one of the desks.
Behind the desk was a young woman in her twenties with long brown hair and a welcoming smile. Nash gave her his driver’s license and his phone, which contained the QR code of the online ticket.
“Do you have any luggage to check-in?” the woman asked. Her voice was soft but sounded a little tired.
“Just this,” Nash said, holding up the grip bag that c
