Adrian Blackwood had imagined many versions of his homecoming.
He pictured Hannah running toward him across the lawn, her laugh ringing through the air. He imagined lifting her high, spinning her around, her arms tight around his neck. He imagined the familiar warmth of home washing over him after three months of endless meetings, hotel rooms, and sleepless nights overseas.
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