Abigail stood at the edge of the crowded terminal with her hands twisting together nervously as buses rolled in and out. Each one released passengers into the arms of waiting families. It had only been three months since she last saw Trina, but her heart raced as though it had been years.
Finally, she spotted her.
Trina stepped down from the bus with an old duffel slung over her shoulder. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. She hadn’t changed much, but Abigail noticed it instantly. She noticed the subtle shift in how her little sister carried herself. There was more confidence in her walk and in her gaze. Three months had shaped her in many ways, and Abigail felt a lump rise in her throat.
“Trina!” Abigail called, waving as her sister’s eyes scanned the crowd.
The moment Trin
