The morning sky was a pale gray, heavy with clouds, as Emma zipped her suitcase and checked her documents for the hundredth time. The snow outside her apartment had accumulated overnight, softening the city into a quiet winter landscape. Each flake seemed to carry a promise—a silent reminder of the love waiting for her miles away.
Her flight was scheduled for late afternoon, and she had a few hours to savor the city one last time. She walked carefully down snow-dusted streets, her coat wrapped tightly around her, scarf pulled high against the cold. Every step was a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. Soon, she would be home, back in Liam’s arms.
At the airport, the buzz of travelers and rolling suitcases filled the air. Emma felt both exhilarated and anxious. The months apart
