Anthony's POV:
The weather had been so warm recently, the air is easier to breathe. The wheels came to a halt and the door open. I stepped out to hear the endless chitter chattering of people.
I took a step and the men followed. “Wait of me outside.”
They nodded in compliance as I head inside. I settle down at one of the waiting chairs.
The airport is similar to every other one with its plasma screens showing the arrival and departure times. The people were either waiting or checking in their baggage.
I stare at the wall in front of me, a picture of a pitch perfect-looking family of two boys, mother, and father.
No faces.
It's nice.
In the background there was a soft sound of classical music, seemingly fading into the muster of crowds.
There's a crowd of four adults standing
