Amelia’s POV
I’ve always thought of cities as living things. Breathing, watching. Judging. Existing.
And just as I step out of the plane, into the terminal. New York stares right through me like it remembers everything I don’t.
The air for some reason feels colder here and with that. I pull Nate closer as we walk through the jet bridge. The buzz of arriving passengers surrounds us, like a tide I find difficult to fight.
Nate clutches his finger tightly, dragging his tiny suitcase behind him. Holding on tight to his stuffed animal with a smile creased his face.
“I knew I was going to be on a plane someday,” he cuts in excitedly.
I nod. “I’m glad you’re happy we eventually did honey,”
As we continue in our steps through the glass wall of arrivals, I spot him—Eric. Tall, impeccably dr
