In the airport.
Matteo Quirke stood there, a coat draped over his arm, his head slightly bowed behind dark sunglasses, a suitcase on wheels by his side.
He was waiting for Aurora Dupont.
This feeling... it felt surprisingly good, in a way he'd never experienced before.
Last time, he returned, it was in an airport and Aurora Dupont came to pick him up.
This time was no different.
Even though a long time had passed, the uncontrollable urge to smile hadn't changed at all.
The weather in Lema City was starting to get cold, and he stood roadside in long sleeves.
He recognized Aurora's car; he wondered if she had changed it.
It's been five years...
Matteo Quirke thought, after spending so much time in the United States, he had finally awaited the day when Aurora returned.
Thankfully she didn't disappear forever.
