Four airports in two weeks of honeymoon travel, and each terminal told its own stories. Behind every rushed goodbye at security, every relieved reunion at baggage claim, every solitary figure hunched over cold coffee at 6 AM, there's a question that gnaws at me:

What chapter am I witnessing in their story? Is this a beginning or an end? Their triumph or their escape? What do they struggle with? Who do they love? What do they believe in?