Willow’s POV

The air was cool as I stepped off the plane, but it carried none of the comfort I had hoped for. The airport was almost empty, the usual bustle of travelers replaced by an eerie quiet. I glanced around, clutching Daniel closer to my chest while Lina adjusted Ella in her arms. The kids were asleep, their small faces pressed against our shoulders, their breaths soft and even. We exchanged a tired look and I immediately knew that we might have come on the wrong day.

The trip had ...