The sight of those dark suits by the podium was the sight of the line finally being handed to someone else to hold.

I was not alone with it anymore.

That, more than anything, was what steadied me.

They were not hard to spot.

Standing in a loose, unmistakable line near the gate podium were several men and women in dark suits, and with them two uniformed officers, and at the center of the group, holding a slim leather folder against her chest, stood Sarah.

She found my eyes across the crowd and gave me the smallest nod.