Outside the hotel, Jamal opened the car door for Abigail. She slid into the seat, and he shut the door gently before walking around to the driver's side.
As he settled behind the wheel, he glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. She returned it, her eyes holding a warmth he remembered from five years ago.
Without a word, he started the car and pulled out of the hotel driveway. Back to being mute, Abigaik turned on the radio to fill the silence between them even though it wasn't an uncomfortable one.
Every now and then, they would steal glances at each other and each time their eyes met— they would both turn away, smiling.
Abigail couldn't believe that less than twenty-four hours after being on the plane with Jamal, she was here with him this way.
She wished she could record a podcast telling the world about this bond she shared with Jamal that she knew nothing about yet had held them together and led them back to each other in spite of all the obstacles.
