As Costello’s arrival time grew nearer, the likelihood of his physical arrival actually happening was becoming more and more… unlikely.
While Serena took over monitoring the news, I navigated through Heathrow’s website… and it didn’t look good. Planes were being diverted all over Europe: Paris, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Frankfurt… you name it… and planes headed for London were probably landing there.
However, still no word from US Airways… radio silence.
And then around 7:45am. Costello called.
He was in Manchester… the good news was he made it to England… the bad news was… well, it was going to be a while before he made it to London.
So, I went to work.
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