Hours later, I finally land in Miami, feeling like it’s been an eternity since I last set foot on home soil. As I step through the sliding glass doors of the arrivals area, leaving the bustling chaos of customs and immigration behind, a wave of relief washes over me. The familiar sights and sounds of the airport envelop me like a comforting embrace.
My eyes eagerly scan the crowd of waiting faces, searching for the one person I’ve been longing to see. And there he is—Santiago. Standing amidst the sea of people. His gaze is focused intently on the stream of passengers emerging from the gates, yet somehow, he manages to miss me entirely. A smile tugs at my lips as I drink in the sight of him, my heart swelling with affection.
“Santiago!” I call out, my voice cutting through the din of the
