A tall man in a crisp pilot’s uniform stepped out, and the moment his eyes met Melissa’s, he stopped moving.
His eyes widened as he recognized her.
It was him.
Twenty years older, no longer a frightened boy but a grown man, but she could still see traces of that teenager in his features.
“Melissa?” His voice cracked on her name.
A tear slid down his cheek.
Before Melissa could respond, Evan crossed the distance between them and pulled her into a tight embrace.
She felt his shoulders shaking as he held her.
“I can’t believe it’s you,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
Melissa’s eyes filled with tears.
