Elena's POV
"Aunt Minnie!" Oliver's voice rang through the terminal as he bolted forward, his dark hair flying with each step.
"Take it easy, Oliver," I called out, but my son was already launching himself into Minnie's waiting arms.
I watched their embrace, feeling that familiar warmth bloom in my chest, before anxiety crashed over me like a wave. My gaze swept frantically across the other passengers streaming from the gate.
No recognizable faces. No threatening glances.
Still, my pulse hammered against my ribs.
"Get it together," I muttered under my breath, dragging our heavy bags toward where Minnie held Oliver.
"Oh, I am loving this transformation," Minnie grinned as we embraced.
I touched my freshly bleached locks and managed a smile. "Thanks, Min."
Minnie grabbed one of our bags. "Brunette to blonde is quite the statement. Is coming back here what's got you this wound up?"
Being back in New York definitely had me on edge, but that wasn't the reason behind my new look.
