Leyla’s POV
After landing in Novena a few minutes ago. Rachel, instead of Alex and her boyfriend, is waving at me and I run down the stairs to where they are standing.
I have no words for Rachel; I know I must clear the air about what happened last time we met, but we both know; it is not the time nor the place. Our faces say it all. She is a sobbing mess, just like I am.
I pull her into a hug, and we hold each other, comforting each other for longer. Peter pulls us gently apart. Showing to me the direction of where we are heading. This time around, no boats. We go back to the large building I worked in; the first day I was here, the building with the floor of the control rooms.
The Private elevator takes us to what looks like a hospital floor, we pass through long corridors with ten-f
