Stan quickly gathered himself, trying not to look too nervous as he gestured toward the parking lot. "The car's this way, Sir, Madam."
Jessica gave a small nod and walked beside Davis, who wheeled himself forward with ease. Ethan followed closely, carrying the lighter bags while the airport staff assisted with the rest.
The black executive SUV waiting outside had its window tinted and a smooth shine that caught the morning sun. Stan rushed ahead to open the back door.
"Please, this way," he said respectfully.
Jessica helped Davis into the back seat. As she leaned in to adjust his seatbelt, then climbed in beside him.
Davis pulled closer into his embrace "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice and gaze gently resting on her.
"I'm fine," she said softly, brushing his hair back. "You should rest for a while."
