Alpha Santa
“Need help with those bags?”
I hesitate for a moment, surprised, then nod. “Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks.”
Together, we maneuver my suitcases to the counter. As the attendant processes my ticket, I glance at my unexpected savior.
“Thanks for that,” I say quietly.
“Don’t mention it. Amber’s… well, she’s Amber. I’m Zoe, by the way.”
“Piper,” I reply, offering her a small smile. For the first time since stepping into this airport, I feel like I’m not completely alone.
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