Chapter Eighty Nine

Third Person's POV

"Son, what are you doing here? You should be fast asleep by now. Aren't you tired from your flight?" Allen’s Mom quickly asked when she sees her son staring blankly at their veranda.

His mother’s right, he should be resting now but here he is staring at the sky that is full of stars. He can’t make himself sleep. He’s still thinking of what happened a while ago at the airport.

It keeps on replaying on his mind.

He doesn’t want to believe it but it was what his naked eyes saw.

"Why are you still awake?” he asked back.

"I was about to, but then I saw you here. Do you have a problem? You seem like you are in deep thoughts.”

"I saw her at the airport, Mom," he answered.

"Samantha?" his mother asked and he nodded.

"She looks so happy and even more beautiful. That's... good."

"What did you do?"