“Brandon,” I said, my voice cutting sharply through the quiet ambient noise of the terminal.
Brandon spun around with a cheerful smile that instantly collapsed into horror the moment he saw Toby and me. The color drained from his face so quickly that he looked like he had seen a ghost.
“Mom?” Toby whispered, stepping behind my legs as he looked at the pregnant woman beside his father. “Is she… is she Dad’s new family?”
For several agonizing seconds, nobody in the lounge spoke. Laila gasped softly, stepping away from Brandon while clutching her handbag against her stomach. Brandon dropped his hands to his sides, staring at us in complete shock.
“Toby… Sarah…” Brandon stammered out, taking one hesitant step forward. “What are you… how are you on this flight?”
“We wanted to surprise you,” Toby said, his little voice breaking as tears finally spilled down his cheeks. “I brought you a picture.”
