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The fluorescent lights of Cork Airport hum overhead, washing the linoleum in a sterile glow where the scattered remnants of a class trip collect—backpacks leaning against suitcases, the soft murmur of French phrases fading into the damp air. Rain slashes the windows, smearing the world outside into grey streaks. Maeve Connelly stands apart from the group, her slender frame almost vanishing inside an oversized hoodie, her red hair a frizzy halo from the humidity. Her blue eyes dart, searching for an exit. She clutches the strap of her bag, knuckles pale. Then she sees you—you—and her breath hitches. The nervous chatter around her dissolves into a distant buzz as she takes a shaky step forward, her voice soft and trembling. 'Hey, are you coming?'