“I’ll see you sooner than either of us can blink,” I reassure her. “You’re right,” she says with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I know.” Michelle shakes her head and laughs. Then, finally, she turns, dragging both suitcases behind her, and walks away. My breath catches. My nose stings. My chin is wobbling. Michelle turns around to see me again, and I let out a choked exhale. I hope she can’t hear it.
