Kathie followed Sammie’s gaze to Rebecca, the smile in her eyes holding a playful glint. She gently swayed the arm linked with his. “Oh, so you two know each other.”
“I noticed her earlier in the airport. She’s absolutely beautiful, with such a great presence. What’s your relationship?”
The question sounded casual, but every word was a calculated probe. She knew Sammie’s personality all too well—cold, quiet, and distant with everyone. For him to chase after someone in such a state, to personally grab their wrist… this woman was clearly someone important.
Sammie’s brow furrowed, his lips pressing into a hard, thin line. He was silent for a few seconds before forcing out three words. “We’re just friends.”
Three simple words, as light as air, but they cut through Rebecca’s heart like a dull knife. Her fingers, which were resting on the handle of her suitcase, tightened abruptly, her knuckles turning white as the light in her eyes instantly dimmed.
She looked up at Sammie, her gaze filled with a self-deprecating irony and a disappointment she couldn’t hide.
Just friends.
So that was it. All those years together, all the storms they’d weathered, amounted to nothing more than a dismissive “just friends.”
Kathie, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere, simply nodded, her smile deepening. “Oh, for a second I thought she was your ex-girlfriend,” she said teasingly.
The remark made the air thick with an almost unbearable awkwardness.
Rebecca’s lips twisted into a faint, bitter smile. Without another glance at Sammie or another word to Kathie, she gripped her suitcase handle and turned, walking toward the airport exit.

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