“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.
“How long have you been planning this?”
“Since my birthday last year.” She glanced at me. “I wanted to wait until I was 18 so you couldn’t say no.”
“I would’ve said no.”
“I know.” She grinned. “That’s why I locked you out!”
We checked in at the counter.
The woman smiled at us like we were just another mother and daughter taking a trip.
And maybe we were.
As we walked toward security, Lily squeezed my hand the way she used to when crossing busy streets.
I stopped walking and turned to face her fully. “And you’re mine.”
She hugged me one more time as we stepped into the security line together.
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