Hundreds of travelers pushed past me with rolling bags and paper coffee cups.

I kept my eyes on the down escalator, waiting for a familiar face in the crowd.

A recorded voice echoed over the loudspeakers, warning everyone not to leave their bags unattended.

Chloe marched off the metal steps with a heavy green duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

She wore a bright yellow sweater and walked faster than anyone else in the building, weaving easily through the tired families.

She spotted me near the carousel and stopped dead in the middle of the walkway.