Sarah Madden peered out the window of the Trans-Pacific Airbus as it taxied to its destination at Kathmandu’s Tribhuvan International Airport. Under the stark lighting from the control tower’s floodlights, the battered terminal appeared ancient and ghostly. But she was back in the land that had somehow claimed her, and soon she’d be in Frank’s arms. Already, she could feel his body pressed against her. The plane came to a halt, and she tucked the application she’d been working on for a permanent visa to live in Nepal away in her purse.
“I’m here,” she said into her phone, and set it on speaker.
“Hey.”
“Well, you sound excited to see me,” she said, checking her face in her compact mirror.
“Long day, Lightfoot. You hungry?”
She ran a brush through her hair. “Ravenous.” She gave the Nepa
