o you see her?” Christy leaned on the handles of her baby stroller in the airport baggage claim area and asked her husband once again, “Todd, can you see Katie anywhere?”
Their nineteen-month-old daughter, Hana, let out a wail from the stroller and twisted around, trying to get a glimpse of her parents. Christy pulled back the stroller’s top cover so their blonde, blue-eyed little girl had a clear view of both of them.
“We’re right here, sweetheart,” Christy said. “I know you want out, but it’s too crowded for you to walk with us.”
The crush of international travelers surged around them as Christy and Todd stood in one place like a tiny island in a wind-tossed sea. Hana wailed again. The whining cry had beco