“Robin!”
I turn toward the sound.
Raven.
She hits me hard enough to knock the breath out of my lungs, arms locking around me, face buried against my shoulder. For one stunned second, I don’t move.
Then I fold into her.
“You’re here,” she whispers.
I close my eyes. “I’m here.”
“You’re really here.”
“Yeah.”
Her breath breaks.
Mine does too.
And then everyone is around me.
Not everyone.
Almost everyone.
Vinnie. Falcon. Savannah. Hawk. Daniela. Even Belinda, pale and wide-eyed and crying openly.
No parents.
Good.
No Eagle.
Not good.
The absence hits me harder than I’m prepared for.
People mill around us, all finding their family members, hugging and kissing in the airport.
Raven pulls back and touches my face with both hands. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m okay.”
“Robin.”
“I’m okay enough.”
That seems to be the answer everyone can accept, because no one challenges it right away.
Hawk and Falcon come at me then, both of them huge and muscular. Falcon first pulls me into his arms. Then Hawk.
“I’m sorry,” he says against my hair.
The words surprise me.
“For what?”