CHAPTER 130: The Truth at Last
The hustle and bustle of the airport made me feel nauseous – the hurried shouts, the echoing announcements, the endless stream of luggage snaking its way through security. Outside, the rain hammered down in a relentless sheet, mirroring the storm brewing in my chest. Pulling out my phone, I stared at Alexander's picture, and my eyes which I'd thought dry from crying too much started to water again.
With a deep breath and a final, longing look, I turned off my phone. Its silence felt heavy, a physical weight in my hand.
Reaching the security check, I dropped my suitcase onto the conveyor belt and turning to Via, I pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I don't want to go," my voice choked out, the words thick with emotion.
Via squeezed me back, her own voice thick with unshed tears. "I know, Evie. I know."
We held each other for a beat longer, until finally, I pulled away, wiping at my damp cheeks.