Third Person POV
Horace didn’t move.
Not even when Quentin laughed loudly nearby.
Not even when Lily complained about airport air conditioning like it was a human rights violation.
His eyes stayed on Raina alone.
As if everything else in the world had been muted.
Three years.
That was how long she had been gone.
And yet the moment she reappeared…
she still looked like someone carrying invisible weight on her shoulders.
Like she had never really put it down.
Raina turned slightly while Quentin was busy teasing Lily, and for a fraction of a second…
her eyes drifted across the station.
They met his.
Time didn’t stop.
But it slowed.
Horace didn’t smile.
Neither did she.
But something unspoken passed between them anyway.
A question.
A wound.
A history neither of them had to
