*Amelia*
When we land at LAX nine hours later, I thank the pilot several times, my gratitude spilling out in a rush. I hurry through security, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Getting into America is always a slow, grueling process, but today it feels like moving theough molasses, each minute stretching longer than the last. I can feel my patience wearing thin.
Finally, I emerge from security, the familiar chaos of LAX hitting me like a wave. I jump into the first cab I see, my voice steady as I tell the driver to take me to the studio. Cory is on set, I know, but he should be wrapping up soon. The thought of seeing him fills me with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as I drop my suitcase in his trailer. It’s unlocked, as always. I’ve told him
