Evelyn's POV
The airport doors slid open behind us as the afternoon sun spilled across the pickup area, bathing everything in a warm golden glow. Cars moved steadily through the designated lanes while families reunited with excited embraces, chauffeurs held neatly printed name cards above their heads, and travelers searched the crowd for familiar faces after long journeys.
Only a few minutes had passed since the reporters had surrounded me.
Yet somehow, everything already felt quieter.
The excitement of the airport interview lingered in the back of my mind, but it no longer occupied my thoughts. Instead, my attention wandered across the waiting crowd, searching almost instinctively for the one face I wanted to see more than anyone else's.
"I wonder if Mom is already here," Liora said as she adjusted the strap of her handbag and stood on the tips of her toes, trying to look over the people gathered near the entrance. "Knowing her, she's probably been waiting for an hour."
