Joey stepped from airplane to the jetway, dragging her carryon behind her. It fit on top of a much larger bag she’d collect from the claim in only a few minutes. Daddy followed her at her pace, though he possessed much longer legs than she did.
Everything about her felt too slow, and Joey wasn’t even sure why. Maybe because she’d packed up everything she…
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