Was that really all they had left to say to each other?
Lowering her gaze, Sophie stepped past him.
They brushed shoulders as they passed—one heading toward Con, the other turning back toward the conference center to catch his flight to Japan and see his daughter and wife.
The campus breeze was gentle. The soft grass was tender and vividly green. Students strolled here and there across the sprawling grounds. The paths crisscrossed chaotically, just as crowded and messy as the people walking on them…
Sophie stopped walking. She turned around and looked at Ned's retreating figure. But he kept moving forward without pausing or looking back.
So Sophie turned again. Beside her, Con was already chattering nonstop in her ear: "All three babies are awake now—hurry up, help, save me—"
At the bustling exit of a London airport, three children around six years old walk out.
"Is that a doll? How can there be such a delicate little girl! I just want to hug her!"
