Violet POV

I observed as Max Gater and his family made their way down the aircraft stairs. A lady who appeared to be of a similar age as my mother would have been was accompanied by a gentleman who held her hand. After them was a man with a woman who seemed like his wife. 

Max walked to us with a stern expression on his face. It was clear that he wasn’t happy to see me. Did I remind him of… mom? I have no idea what occurred between him and mom, but I yearned for them to ...