ARRDE
The airport buzzed with noise and movement—footsteps clicking against well polished marble floors, luggage wheels humming across the tile, and the frequent, impersonal drone of flight announcements. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with recycled air, creating an oddly familiar atmosphere, one that had always been associated with reunions, departures, and the unspoken weight of things left unsaid.
I whispered to my assistant, "Have you seen him?"
"Not yet."
I adjusted the strap of my handbag over my shoulder, scanning the arrivals area. My gaze flickered past clusters of people, some reuniting with loved ones, others rushing off to their next destination, until I spotted him.
Alex.
"Over there!" I said, my words colliding with that of my assistant as she pointed
