Betty's POV. 

When I reached the airport, the noise of rolling suitcases and distant announcements filled the air. I was still unsure why I’d come, but something inside me kept pushing me forward.

Just as I stepped through the main entrance, my phone buzzed again. It was the same unknown number.“Aisle one.”

My heart pounded as I followed the direction, my palms slightly sweaty as I moved through the crowd.

When I finally got to aisle one, I stopped in my tracks.

When I saw Grandma ...