Olivia's Point of View
The airport was buzzing with people dragging luggage and rushing toward gates, but inside me everything was quiet. Too quiet. My mind wasn't here—it was still in that hospital room, tangled up in Gabriel's lips.
I pressed my coffee cup against my mouth just to ground myself. But the warmth only reminded me of the warmth of his breath against my skin. The memory wouldn't leave, no matter how hard I pushed it away.
"Mommy!"
My son's cheerful voice cut through my thoughts. I turned instantly, and there he was, running toward me with his toy car clutched in one hand. My heart softened. I dropped my coffee on the table and bent to catch him in my arms.
"There's my boy," I whispered, hugging him tight. "I missed you so much."
"Grandma's here too!" he said proudly.
