CHAPTER 19
The airport itself is mayhem. People scurrying all over the place with no thought for anyone else, heading to and from flights and luggage pick up bays.
A sudden dread fills me. How can I possibly find Mrs. Wrenshaw in this crowd? A wave of sounds, smells, and chatter assualts my senses, overpowering all my attempts to stretch my mind out in search for her.
Then it hits me.
The strong force of the Origin Stone emanating from somewhere to my left. I catch a glimpse of silver hair and a walking stick disappearing back into the crowd. Mrs. Wrenshaw, undoubtedly carrying the book.
I run after her, glad that with this many people here, no one will think twice about being bumped into or why they can hear loud footsteps but not see who they belong to. It also means that Mrs. Wrens
