The familiar air of Washington seeped inside the aircraft. Taking a deep breath, I rose to my feet and straightened my jumpsuit. I walked to the door and my feet slowed.
Six years ago, I'd run through this same airport with nothing but a broken heart and a one-way ticket.
I never thought I'd return.
“Ms. Parker?” Mrs. Chukwuemeka touched my shoulder. I glanced above my shoulder and saw her looking at me with worried eyes. She was the only one who truly knew my story.
Sometimes, the air around her felt like a mother's.
“You’ve got this,” she whispered.
A reticent smile played on my lips. I wore my sunglasses just as Nathaniel slipped his hand into mine.
We descended the aircraft. The bodyguards went ahead of us to the terminal, meeting and exchanging brisk pleasantries with the other
