The sun was high in the sky, embracing everyone and placing an extra layer of heat on their shoulders. There was almost no wind to relieve dried throats and sweaty backs. It could be perfect weather for celebrations and gatherings with friends and family. However, Heathrow Airport was one of the worst places to be. People, ready to leave the strangling heat of London, rushed through terminals, their suitcases and bags taking up the last bits of free space. Walls of brick and metal constructions turned the area into an oven, making everyone inside yield to the heat and become a part of a sweaty crowd.
Automatic doors opened and closed as people entered the terminal. The harsh sound set a certain rhythm to the chaos that enveloped the airport, then broken by Liam. He was a young man with so
