The airport was crowded.
Riley stood near the arrival gate with one hand wrapped around the handle of her suitcase, scanning the people moving toward the exit.
She had imagined this moment more times than she wanted to admit.
For two years, she’d pictured walking through those doors.
She’d imagined Ethan’s voice.
Her mother’s hug.
Her father’s smile.
And Owen.
She hadn’t allowed herself to think too much about Owen.
That was easier.
At least, it had been.
She checked her phone.
No new messages.
She smiled.
They were probably waiting somewhere nearby, pretending they weren’t impatient.
A family announcement came over the speakers.
Riley took a breath.
Then she saw them.
Ethan was standing slightly ahead of everyone, hands in his pockets, looking around impatiently.
Mrs. P
