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When we pulled up to the airport the next morning, my stomach dropped before I even saw them. She and my father-in-law were standing right there. With suitcases.
She waved like she was greeting someone on a parade float. “We’re ready!”
My husband looked at me with panic in his eyes. “I swear I didn’t—”
I whispered, “What do we do now?”
He shrugged helplessly. “They already bought tickets. They’re here.”
