The stranger smirked as I walked away from my daughter, believing she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. She had no idea my ten-year-old had already noticed something everyone else had missed.
My wedding ring had been loose for weeks, and I kept meaning to get it resized. I twisted it around my finger at the gate, watching it slide too easily over my knuckle, promising myself I’d stop by the jeweler the moment we landed.
Noah was strapped to my chest in a soft carrier, warm and finally quiet after five weeks of barely sleeping through the night. Lily stood beside me clutching the diaper bag as if it were her own personal mission.
This was my first flight alone with both of them, and I had planned every detail down to the snack bars in Lily’s backpack.
“Mom, do you want me to hold the boarding passes?” Lily asked, tilting her head up.
“That would be a huge help, sweetheart.”
“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 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.
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