Breaking the Silence
DYLAN The moment I stepped out of the way, Sherry bolted past me as if she were running from something contagious. She didn’t look back. Within seconds, she disappeared into the stream of passengers flooding through the terminal. A knot tightened in my stomach. I hurried along the jet bridge, my eyes scanning every face ahead of me, searching for even the smallest glimpse of her. The airport buzzed with life around me — rolling suitcases clattering against the floor, muffled announcements echoing overhead, exhausted travelers reuniting with loved ones — but all of it faded into background noise as panic slowly crept into my chest. Where did she go? I moved faster through baggage claim, weaving between crowds while my eyes searched frantically from one end of the terminal to the other.
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