Cars honked.
A shuttle driver argued loudly with his GPS.
Taxi doors slammed open and closed.
Heat from the pavement rose in waves.
A woman stood nearby holding a bright sign that read:
WELCOME HOME, NANA!
It wasn’t meant for me.
But for a moment, I let myself pretend.
Then something strange happened.
The noise seemed to pause.
Just for a second.
A black car cut through traffic and stopped directly in front of me.
The door opened.
A man stepped out wearing the kind of calm professionalism you usually see around federal buildings and hospital wings.
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