Overcoming the yuck.
“The airport passenger pickup lane was eerily still. Stale air and no head lights to illuminate the normally chaotic tunnel. Even the traffic guy with that annoying whistle was stationary and took the opportunity to take a quick break. The anxious tapping of my shoe was in unison with my heart beating out of my sunken chest. The obsessive biting of my raw and chapped lip while tears flooded down my unwashed face didn’t seem to alert him or burden him whatsoever. I had no one