Chapter 10

Tristan's POV

Five years. Five long, torturous years since I'd last seen her face.

Standing in that crowded airport, I scan the sea of passengers flooding through the arrival gates. My palms are sweating, and I can't remember the last time I felt this nervous. Not even during my first shift had my heart hammered this hard against my ribs.

I'll to be thirty five next month but, I'm acting like a nervous teenager.

What if she doesn't want to see me? What if the moment our eyes meet, all she remembers is that night? The night I destroyed everything between us with my stupidity and selfishness.

The...