The arrivals terminal at San Matteo International was a warm blur of sunlight through glass, scattered luggage wheels humming across tile, and the distant metallic purr of the baggage claim carousel. Margaret adjusted her sunglasses, sighing as she checked the time again on her gold watch. 4:23 p.m. Flight from Madrid—delayed an hour, of course. “Of course,” she muttered. When she called Kai earlier yesterday to confirm what time his flight was today he told her it's been cancelled, ...