7 PM, Airport.
The waiting lounge was eerily quiet. Phoebe sat on the spacious sofa, waiting for her flight.
"Miss, it's time to board," her subordinate gently reminded her, snapping her out of her daze.
"Alright," she replied with a faint, stiff smile.
Instinctively, she turned to glance at the empty waiting lounge. A bitter smile crept onto her face. Why would he come? At this moment, he was probably by Melissa's side.
On the plane, Phoebe closed her eyes, trying to rest. She hadn't slept well the night before, dozing uncomfortably at her desk. She felt exhausted now.
When she woke up, she'd be home, she thought. All the unhappiness would fade away.
Golden sunlight pierced through the clouds and spilled into the cabin, softly warming her. Yet, it didn't reach her heart.
Phoebe ha
