Chapter 87

• Incheon Airport was busier than usual that afternoon. Joshua Miller stood tall in a crisp black suit, his eyes fixed on the arrival gates. The moment two familiar figures appeared—Nathan and Elizabeth Miller—his chest tightened.
• Nathan, with hair-streaked silver and the commanding air of a seasoned businessman, carried himself with the same authority Joshua remembered. Elizabeth, graceful and warm at his side, still radiated her usual gentleness, though the worry etched on her face was impossible to miss.
• “Josh.” Elizabeth reached him first, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Oh, sweetheart… we’ve been so worried after everything we saw in the news.”