*Leo*

The airport smelled of upholstery and stale coffee as we waited out in the lobby. There was this unusual scent looming in the air as the guests rushed past us in a hurry, dragging all kinds of luggage. Even the kids all had it.

Like the fume of gasoline but stronger and more pungent. Bitter. Almost every time I breathed through my mouth instead of my nose.

Franky didn’t seem to find it any more pleasant than I did.

“Now I know why we always ...