Genevieve's POV
I shiver a bit, rubbing both my arms before I look at the concerned faces of my family members.
"Mom, Grandma, I'm okay... just a little cold," I reply, forcing a smile.
"Are you certain, dear?" Grandma reiterates.
"Yes, Grandma," I nod.
"Genevieve, are you sure you're okay?" Grandpa asks, touching my shoulder.
I place my hand on his. "Yes, Grandpa, I'm quite alright. Don't worry about me," I smile.
It's evening, and we were at the airport to see my grandparents off. People were milling around the airport, pushing their luggage as they were either leaving or returning to New York.
Grandpa looked a bit unconvinced before he nodded. "Alright, if you say so, dear..."
We heard the voice of a stewardess over the speakers announcing that it was time for the departure of people leaving for Massachusetts.
"I guess that's for us, Alice," Grandpa said in a low voice, like he was hesitant to leave.
"Yes," Grandma said with a heavy sigh.