82 Return To Grizlo

~Sophia~

Saying I was nervous would be an understatement. Positioned within Grizlo's airport arrivals section, I found my stomach swarming with butterflies. These were not the pleasant, fluttering kind; instead, they brought forth doubts and anxieties. I worried that someone might recognise me and apprehend me or that I was putting those around me in danger. There was also the fear of acknowledging everything I had missed.

I stood there, my anxiety palpable, and clung to my coat like a protective shield. Using my bony fingers, I pulled the coat tighter around me as if it could envelop and conceal me completely.

But who was I fooling? It was all a product of my own imagination.

"Are you alright, Sophie?" Justin's voice jolted me from my sombre reverie, prompting me to turn and meet his gaze. Concern was etched across his face, leaving me to ponder whether it was my demeanour that had provoked it or if he was grappling with his own inner turmoil. He extended his hand toward mine, and