Airports in the morning felt unreal. Muted announcements. Polished floors reflecting pale light. Executives moving like ghosts in tailored suits. But this wasn't the main terminal.
Rowan’s car didn't stop near the crowds. It drove straight onto the private side of the runway. I glanced at him as the gates slid open without delay.
“i don't think that I'll ever get used to it,” I murmured.
“You get used to it,” he replies with certainty. “Because if you plan to travel, alone or not you'll see this path a lot more often than not.”
I’m not sure I ever want to travel that much to begin with. It feels scary considering that I've never once travelled to another country in my entire life. I was too busy with studies and then my job. Also Logan never really took me to places so that we could t
