Terminal Four
Evelyn opened her eyes.
She saw the ceiling, then the departures board, then me.
I have watched a great many people receive bad news across a table and I have never in my life seen a human face do what that face did in about a second and a half.
It went through four separate things and the last one was not fear.
It was something closer to exhaustion — a kind of collapse inward, as though the last load had been added to something already fully loaded.
She pulled both girls against her.