The medical mission landed at three o'clock in the afternoon.
I pushed my suitcase through the arrival gate.
Three years under the West Ardin sun had left my skin two shades darker. I'd lost weight, too. But I looked healthier than I ever had before.
Luke was already waiting in the arrivals hall. I had no idea how long he'd been standing there.
Three years had changed him. His jawline was sharper. His cheeks had hollowed. He looked colder. Tougher.
Over the years, he hadn't stopped looking for me. He'd come to the region three times.
But our medical camps were tucked away in remote villages, moving from one impoverished town to another, often without any signal. Every time, he arrived too late.
Luke's eyes shifted to Matteo Ward, the man standing beside me. His expression wasn't ope
