The plane finally touched down in Country J. As the wheels met the runway, Amelia felt a strange flutter in her chest, half excitement, half curiosity. When the doors opened and they stepped into the airport, she immediately understood why Emily always spoke about this place with pride.
The airport was lively but orderly. People moved with purpose, pulling their luggage along polished floors. The architecture caught Amelia's attention almost instantly. High arched ceilings, warm-toned walls, and intricate designs lined the corridors, blending old-world elegance with modern technology.
She slowed her steps, her eyes wandering everywhere.
"This place is…" she whispered, trailing off in awe.
Emily smiled knowingly.
They walked forward with their bags, blending into the gentle flow of arriving passengers. That was when Amelia noticed a middle-aged man standing a few steps away from the exit, looking around as though searching for familiar faces.
