And Then There Were None by Clay Thomas William
We walked hand in hand fingers intertwined holding on for dear life. We walked a slow stroll like we were taking a walk to death row still no words were spoken from the arrival gate to customs. As we approached the luggage area, we let go of each other’s hand and I lost sight of him in the endless sea of on looker's and right into the waiting arms of my husband. The unhappiness I felt on the flight home had to be masked with a fake smile as I kissed him hello. He hugged me so tight I nearly lost my breath.
There I was wrapped in Calvin's arms after almost a week apart still searching for Lynn in the crowd.