The airport was busy with people. It was a grey November day, the cloudy light filtering into the tall windows that looked over the runway outside. A young mother with frustration on her face chased her toddler around luggage. She scooped him up as he giggled and she wrestled him to her hip.
A balding man a few chairs down was asleep with his tablet rising up and down on his large belly as he breathed slowly. So many people and so many things going on around her, yet Kennedy didn't notice any of it. She looked at her watch again, noting that the time had not changed from the last time she checked her watch. She still had twenty minutes. She felt the knots tighten in her stomach as she clasped her hands nervously in her lap. She gently nudged her mother Anna, who was seated beside her, calmly reading a magazine.
How can she be so calm? Kennedy thought to herself.
"I'm going to walk around for a minute. Do you want water or something?"
"I'm fine, hun. Thanks," her mother replied softly.
As Kennedy rose from her seat, her mother took her hand. Anna turned to her with a questioning look. "Are you okay? her mother asked.
Kennedy gave her mother a weak smile, "I'm fine. I just need to move around. Sitting here is making me anxious."
As Kennedy turned to leave, she stared down the long walkway and saw Matthew walking with his parents toward the terminal gate and her breath caught. She noticed that he had tried to control his short, blonde curls, but he hadn't had much luck. He was dressed in dark jeans and a heather grey t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest. Kennedy’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her and smiled. But this wasn't the man she was waiting for.
She was there to meet his brother.