Alexander
Boston was behind me faster than I expected. The project is still on track, the permits signed. Construction is picking up speed, everything… in order. Just as it should be, just as I made sure it was.
The airport is crowded, as always. People rushing about, suitcases dragged along, voices crossing each other aimlessly. I walk through it all without looking at anyone; I don't need to. There's only one person I want to see before I leave, and I find her. Clara.
She's a few meters ahead, standing and waiting. With that posture she always maintains… firm, elegant, composed. But she's not alone, of course not. Ethan is already there.
He sees her before I do, and his expression changes. It's not exaggerated, not theatrical. It's real. That kind of reaction that can't be faked;
