24It was only seven o’clock on a Sunday morning, but the departure hall at Kastrup was crowded with summer travelers. Their voices bounced off the concrete floor, swirled up toward the high ceilings, spun, and stormed down again to mingle with the clatter of luggage carts and the exhortations over the public address system warning that unattended baggage would be confiscated.
My lips felt swollen and my cheeks burned from the scrape of Andy’s stubble against them. We’d parted company outside. It wasn’t worth coming into the hall with me, I’d told him. Only ticketed passengers were allowed through the security checkpoint. We’d have to separate after I’d gotten my boarding pass. He parked only long enough to unload my suitcase and kiss me goodbye.
I hiked my carry-on bag higher on my shoul
