11
~Dylan’s POV
I did not expect to see her.
Not there. Not like that.
I had replayed that moment in my head a thousand times since it happened, but nothing prepared me for the real thing.
Seeing Velma again felt like a physical impact. Like walking into a wall at full speed and realising too late that there was no way around it. One second, I was moving through the airport, thinking about meetings and numbers and the dull weight of routine, and the next she was there.
Alive.
Standing close enough that I could have reached out and touched her.
My heart reacted before my mind did. It slammed hard against my ribs, loud and reckless. There was a brief, stupid moment where happiness rushed in so fast it almost knocked me over. She was really here. She had come back. I had not imagined
