The airport was busy, people coming and going, dragging suitcases and hugging their loved ones. But Alex stood still, his eyes fixed on the arrival gate, his heart pounding louder than the noise around him.
Emma stood by his side, her hand gently holding his. Margaret and Claire were just behind them, waiting patiently.
Though they didn't exactly know her face, they hoped they could at least recognize her from the photograph Harry had sent Alex a while ago.
"There she is," Emma whispered, squeezing Alex's hand gently when she saw someone that looked exactly like the person from the photograph.
A woman stepped out, looking around nervously. She looked like she was in her late thirties, holding the hand of a small boy with curly hair and curious eyes. She looked nothing like a stranger. Somehow, Alex's heart just knew it was her.
