Adelaide's POV:The termination letter was still folded in the side pocket of my carry-on when I landed, like keeping it close would somehow make it less real. “We appreciate your two years of service. Effective immediately.”Two years, summed up in one sentence and a cardboard box of desk plants I'd left behind because I couldn't stand to carry them through the airport.Two years since I'd left. Two years since I'd seen my family in person. And I was coming home with nothing to show for it but a firing letter and a suitcase.I was still replaying the meeting in my head, my manager's careful corporate voice, “we're restructuring, it's not personal,” when a man walked past the gate ahead of me and every other thought in my head went quiet.He wasn't doing anything. That was the strange part. He was just walking, phone in hand, a suit that fit like it had been built around him rather than bought off a rack, and something in the way he moved made the whole terminal feel like it was arr
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