My DIL looked annoyed for a split second, then composed herself. “Are you sure?” Her tone hovered between concern and calculation, like she was quickly rearranging plans in her mind.
“Absolutely. I’ll meet you there tomorrow. Go have fun, don’t waste the tickets.” I waved as they drove off toward the airport, their car shrinking until it disappeared completely—taking with it the version of me they had quietly come to expect.
