I saw her before she saw me.
She was walking through arrivals with Jessica, pulling a carry-on, her red hair catching the light. She looked tired. She looked like she hadn't slept properly in 7 weeks.
Then she saw me.
Her whole face changed. She stopped walking. Just stopped.
I crossed the space between us without thinking about the cameras or the press or any of it. When she reached me, she dropped her bag and I pulled her into me, my hands on her back, and she made a small sound, surprised, like she hadn't expected me to feel real.
I could feel her. All of her. The softness of her breasts against my chest, the curve of her waist under my hands, the way she fit against me like she always did. 7 weeks and she still fit exactly the same.
