“Mom, do you want me to hold the boarding passes?” Lily asked, tilting her head up.
“That would be a huge help, sweetheart.”
“Your ring is doing that thing again.”
“I know. I’ll get it fixed when we land, I promise.”
The ring wasn’t expensive, but Ethan had saved for months to buy it. Every scratch marked another chapter of our life together. Losing it wouldn’t have meant losing gold. It would’ve meant losing a piece of our family’s story.
She shouldn’t have had to carry grown-up worries.
She smiled and tucked the boarding passes into the front pocket of her backpack, the way she’d seen me do a hundred times. I’d paid extra for two adjoining seats with more legroom, a window seat for Lily and the aisle for Noah and me.
Sometimes I forgot how quickly Lily was growing up. I still saw the little girl who reached for my hand before crossing every parking lot. She was only ten. She shouldn’t have had to carry grown-up worries.
