Braelyn's POV
The cold air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the station. It was sharper than I expected, the kind that slipped beneath layers of clothing and settled into the bones. My breath came out in faint white clouds as I paused at the edge of the road, gripping the handle of my suitcase.
It wasn't a lie that people said coastal regions were colder. My eyes darted around my surroundings, trying to adjust to the chaos.
People moved around me in a constant stream to and fro the station. Some dragged their luggage toward the nearby bus terminal while others hurried into waiting taxis. A few were greeted by family members who had clearly been waiting for them.
Just a few steps away, a little girl ran across the pavement passing me. Her beaming smile and bouncy ponytail caught my attention. I found myself smiling as I watched her launch herself at a man dragging a suitcase from the station entrance.
"Daddy!" she screamed, wrapping her arms around his waist.
