Dos’s Point of View
I settled onto the cushioned bench by Gate 3, my boarding pass tight in my fist and a duffel bag slung over my shoulder. The early check-in had given me plenty of breathing time—but my heart refused to settle. Every chime or buzz in my pocket set my pulse soaring, hoping it was June reaching out: I changed my mind. I’m coming.
Time ticked agonizingly slow.
I watched travelers file past. Quiet families. Businesspeople heads-down on their phones. But I couldn’t look away from the entrance—maybe she’d be there, weaving through the crowd, searching for me.
“Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 372A to Philippines. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boa
