But then three loud honks echo, making me stop before walking through the sliding glass doors. I turn around and hear three more. I. Love. You. Laney stares at me through the windshield and mouths, “I love you, too.” I shouldn’t run to her and hold up the drop-off line. I definitely shouldn’t leave my bags in the middle of the walkway. But that’s exactly what I do. Rushing back toward her car, I poke my head through the window and claim her mouth. She cups my face and kisses me with deep fervor. Tears slide down her cheeks, and I break apart enough to wipe them. “I love you so much, Laney
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