Elena's pov

He stared at me like he couldn't quite believe I was standing there.

"Elena?"

I stood there in the middle of the terminal, staring at him. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

For a second, neither of us moved. We just stared at each other across the crowd.

Then he started walking toward me slowly, weaving through travelers, his expression shifting from shock to something like hope.

When he reached me, he stopped a few feet away, like he wasn't sure if ...