I Missed You

Abigail's heart raced as she pushed open the door to the ladies' restroom at an upper floor of the airport and stepped inside.

The space was quiet except for the distant airport noise filtering in through the vents. She glanced around, her heart pounding in anticipation.

She had no idea who this woman was, what she looked like or what she had to say, but she had a feeling it would change everything.

Taking a deep breath, she moved to the sink and pretended to wash her hands, all the while stealing glances at the mirrors, scanning the reflection of the restroom's entrance.

Nothing. No one unusual.

She dried her hands and stepped to the side, leaning against the wall. Minutes passed. The anxiety coiling in her stomach tightened with every tick of the clock.

What if she had misunderstood the text? What if this was some kind of setup?