Currents of people flowed around him, unhindered,
unchallenged. Bumped and nudged, wanting to push the whole murmuring
lot aside, Tim bitterly held his ground, stretching on his toes to
peer over the bobbing heads. He’d lost Adrienne again. He grimaced and
dug through his pockets as instructed. The airport was a portrait of
bustle and rush, and he was stuck. …