Lauren
I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I gripped Abigail’s hand tighter, both of us running through the airport crowd, scanning the rows of bustling people, hoping to find Owen.
This feeling was familiar, yet it never felt more wrong. Not after what almost happened to Abigail.
My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest I could barely hear the shouts of people passing by, their voices muffled by the storm in my head.
“Owen!” I shouted again, my voice desperate, pleading. “Owen, where are you?”
Abigail’s face was pale, her wide eyes darting around in panic. “He has to be here, Lauren. He has to be. He said he would be!”
We had already checked the terminals, the security lines, the exits. There was no sign of him. I could feel the weight of each passing second,
