Olivia Barnett POVSince we got out of immigration, I kind of felt queasy. I feel as if someone's watching me, but when I looked around, I saw no one paying attention to me. Everyone is busy and has their own concerns.Still, the feeling persisted that I had to clutch at my children’s hands tighter.“Will just wait here, Zeke. Can you get our bags?” I don’t know why, but I had this sudden feeling that I could not shake off.“Are you alright? You look pale.”I brushed off his concern. “Can I go help, Uncle Zeke?” He asked hopefully. It was the first time he looked a lot chirpier since we left London, and before I could think it over for a while, I found myself nodding my head.“Yes. Of course, sweetie.”Leo sprinted ahead of Zeke, who was chuckling. I remained holding the two girls’ hands.“Can we come, too, Mommy?” Ivy pleaded, which Zoe seconded with a little cute pout that could melt my heart any time.I smiled, shoved the unsavory feelings away, and decided that I would accompany
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