Sage
The crowd parted just enough for me to see Eve running toward me, hair loose and wild, coat flapping behind her, eyes wide and searching. She dodged a suitcase cart, nearly tripped over a child’s backpack, but didn’t slow down.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
She stopped a few feet away, breathless, chest rising and falling fast. The terminal noise faded to a dull roar in my ears. It was just her—here, now, when I’d already told myself goodbye.
“Sage,” she said again, softer this time, like she couldn’t quite believe it herself.
I stared at her, the boarding pass suddenly feeling heavy in my hand. “Eve… what are you doing here?”
Eve was breathing hard, words rushing out like she’d been holding them the entire run through the terminal. “Margo came to my office today,” she said,
