Amelia had told no one about her return, but she believed he must know, since Harrison had always been protecting her silently, impossible to drive away.
He must have reported it to him already.
Would he come to the airport to pick her up?
She lowered her head and looked at the ring on her ring finger. It was swiftly slipped onto her hand at the airport that day.
She didn't know why, today, she had strangely put it on.
After some consideration, she took off the ring, hung it on her necklace, tucking it inside her collar, the closest place to her heart.
She treasured this ring very much, but she did not want him to see it.
But at the arrival gate, she scanned the surroundings several times, and didn't find that familiar figure of his.
She lowered her head to check her wristwatch. It was twenty past nine in the morning, he would be in a meeting.
Right, that must be it. He must be in a meeting and couldn't make it here.
