Maria.
I forced my racing thoughts to settle.
If I wanted answers, they would have to come from his mouth, not my imagination. Still, from the way his eyes lingered on me, polite and cool, I was almost certain he had no idea who I was. There was no trace of recognition.
Maybe that was for the best.
I hurriedly bent down, picked up his luggage, and steadied the weight in my arms. My fingers curled around the handle tightly, grounding myself with the familiar ache of strain.
"This way, please," I said with as much politeness as I could manage, stretching out my free hand to gesture forward. My voice felt thinner than usual, but I doubted he noticed.
He nodded once and began walking behind me.
