Soon enough, we were packed and headed to the airport. We walked in hand in hand and passed through security at the Buffalo Niagara Falls International Airport. Aidan said it was easier to fly from there instead of from Winterville, but I knew I would have felt a bit better going through Winterville, seeing our friends and knowing they’d keep us safe.
After all the years I’d worked security, it was only the second time I’d gone through the checkpoint to the other side. We gathered our things and headed down the long hallway toward our gate.
The airport was much bigger than Winterville, and a bit crazier, too. The best part was we wouldn’t have to see Zoey. There was a bright side. At our gate, Aidan and I found a seat and waited. The anxiety that melted away days before snuck up on me an
