Epilogue 3
Three Months Later
Pari Malik’s eyes dance rapidly around the hundreds of faces. All of these humans, she thinks — all of their stories, and all of their secrets.
So many good people.
Pari double-checks that she is correctly in the passenger pick-up zone, which she is, and resumes her search for Abby.
“Turns out,” a man’s voice says behind her, “it’s my time to say sorry.”
Kawaii Hale is behind her. He lifts his arms and she accepts his forgiving embrace.
“Thank you,” Pari says when they are face-to-face.
“I detest airports,” Kawaii says. “Let’s get your bags. People are eager to greet you.”
“I am all set. This is it,” Pari taps her carry-on bag slung around her shoulder.
“Oh no, then you’re not staying?”
“At least for a while,” she says, shrugging her shoulders
