Chapter 216 Weak

***Trent Croft***

Airports had always fascinated me.

Not because of planes.

Not because of travel.

Because airports were one of the few places left where people willingly overwhelmed themselves. Thousands of strangers moved through the same space every hour, all operating on schedules and routines and blind trust. Families dragged suitcases through terminals. Businessmen yelled into phones. Kids c