I pulled her into another hug and cried harder than I had since we buried Daniel.
“Thank you, sweetheart… thank you. I love you so much,” I whispered.
“I know.” She smiled through her tears. “The house will be waiting for us. I just wanted you to leave for yourself. For once.”
After the haircut and facial (both of which Lily paid for before I could even reach for my wallet), I called my boss from the salon parking lot.
I pulled her into another hug and cried harder than I had since we buried Daniel.
“I need two weeks off. Starting tomorrow.”
There was a pause. “Everything okay?”
“It is now,” I said, looking at Lily through the window. “It really is.”
He granted it without question.
Lily and I arrived at the airport together.
She’d packed my suitcase with clothes I’d forgotten I owned. Sundresses. Sandals. A book I’d bought two years ago and never opened.
“I need two weeks off. Starting tomorrow.”
“How long have you been planning this?”
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