As a major transport hub, Oceanvein Airport was buzzing with activity.
Amidst the crowd, a man dressed in all black strolled out of the arrivals gate.
John spotted him from a distance and immediately waved, his voice brimming with excitement. "Matt! Over here!"
Hearing the call, Matthew turned slightly, pulled off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of sharp, deep-set eyes. Then he walked toward his brother.
John rushed over to him, eyes misty. "You're finally back, bro. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine." Matthew looked at his brother, a warm glint in his eyes. He reached out and tousled John's hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "How's Eira doing?"
"Still in the hospital," John replied with clear concern in his tone.
Matthew's eyes darkened, his voice slightly r
