Eryn POV
The airport is busy. It is full of humans, and they are pushy. As I wait for my luggage, I am quickly pushed to the back of the crowd due to my small stature. Normally, I would push myself back to the front of the line, but I don't have the energy.
I spent the whole flight crying. The elderly woman who sat beside me kept trying to cheer me up by giving me candy. I did my best to pretend to be happy for her sake, but now that I am standing in the terminal, the depression is seeping in again.
Standing on my tiptoes, I look over the shoulders of the people in front of me to see if I can see my luggage. My bright blue suitcase appears, and a large tattooed man grabs it off the carousel. I push my way through the crowd and tap him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," I say polit
