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Two little boys were curled close to her.

One had his cheek against her thigh.

The other slept with one hand wrapped around the suitcase handle.

I looked at them because children sleeping on airport floors are hard not to notice.

Then the woman shifted.

She lifted one hand.

Brushed hair behind her ear.

My entire body went still.

There are movements you forget.

Faces change.

Voices fade.

Hairstyles change.

But some gestures live in your memory untouched.

Claire Hayes used to tuck her hair behind her right ear whenever she was nervous.

Exactly like that.

I stood.

My laptop nearly slid from my knees.

“No.”

The word came out under my breath.

Six years.

I had not seen Claire in six years.

I had tried not to think about her for at least five.

That was a lie.

I thought about her constantly during the first year.

Then less visibly.

I opened hotels.

Bought buildings.

Sat through investor dinners.

Flew between Northbridge and Westhaven so often airport lounges began feeling more familiar than my home.

I dated.

Nothing serious.