I was finally in the pack but this place was more like a parking lot. There were lots of taxis and families who came with their cars or anything to pick up their people. The parking lot was packed with people—some hugging, some crying, some just standing around waiting. It was chaotic and loud and beautiful. Children ran between the cars, laughing. Parents called out to each other. Drivers shouted directions. The noise wrapped around me like a blanket, familiar and comforting after the quiet of the shelter.
I found Kastiel's car. It wasn't too far from the gate. I recognized it immediately—the sleek dark color, the familiar shape, the way it sat slightly apart from the other vehicles. I was so happy to see him that I didn't realize I was skipping happily toward him. My feet moved on their own, carrying me across the lot without waiting for permission. My luggage bounced against my leg, but I didn't care. I couldn't feel the weight anymore.
