Elena
The drive to the airport felt like it took forever. It was only a few hours, but it went by like days. Since moving, I've been waiting for this moment.
The anticipation is killing me for Rachel to walk through the doors into the welcome center. I turn around to make sure my dad is still nearby – he wanted to give me and Rachel space to greet each other. He's sitting in one of the chairs wearing the baseball shirt I got for him; he's surrounded by a crowd of people also on their phones.
I suppose a detective's job is never done, as my dad would often quote: 'there's no rest for the wicked, which means there's no rest for me.'
Facing back at the doors, I can't help but rehash last night. Why did I have to be at that church? I met his mother! I can't believe I met her while in my
