Arthur felt the world come to a halt.

The image before him was as unexpected as it was painfully desired.

Zoe was there.

Her eyes were wet with tears, her expression fragile, her hands trembling slightly as she held the handle of the suitcase beside her. Her hair fell in disheveled waves over her shoulders, betraying her exhaustion. Her breathing was shallow, as if she needed to draw courage from the air itself just to be there.

No words were spoken at first.

She simply looked at him.

Tears beg