Jenna & Brandon — Betrayal at the Port
“It does.”
We waited near the arrivals doors.
I’d brought snacks, spare clothes, and a book for each girl.
There was no surprise this time.
No expectation that a homecoming could heal anything on its own.
Brandon emerged carrying a plain backpack.
He spotted us, stopped, and then crouched to the girls’ level.
They ran toward him.