Aurora’s Point of View
The wheels hit the tarmac, jostling me awake from the shallow, restless sleep I’d fallen into. As I blinked into the cabin lights, my eyes adjusted to the familiar cityscape visible through the small airplane window. New York. Home, back to my kids. I can't wait to see them.
The moment we had left the island, something in the air had shifted. Eduardo hadn’t said much during the flight. His gaze occasionally lingered on me, but the words remained trapped. He looked like he wanted to say a lot but all that left his lips occasionally was heavy sighs. After the confrontation on the beach, the careful truce we’d struck felt fragile. We both knew things would be different now.
As we walked down the terminal, I felt the weight of New York settle back onto my shoulders.
