Margaret made her way through the bustling crowd, her heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and newfound determination. Her steps were shaky yet purposeful as she headed towards the small café tucked away in a quieter corner of the terminal. She scanned the room, her eyes finally landing on Janet Price, a woman in her forties with kind eyes and a professional demeanor that exuded confidence.
“Margaret,” Janet greeted her warmly, rising from her seat and extending a hand. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
Taking Janet’s hand, Margaret felt a surge of reassurance. “Thank you for meeting me here,” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil she felt inside.
