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The airport was cold.
Too bright. Too busy. Too loud.
Brianna hated everything about it.
She stood beside Malvin near the departure gate, fingers laced tightly through his. Her grip hadn't loosened since they got out of the cab. Not once. She held on like if she let go, the whole world would fall apart.
Maybe it would.
Malvin had only one bag.