I Dropped My Wife at the Airport—But My Granddaughter’s Whisper Made Me Realize She Was Already Back Home

I thought she loved it.

I glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Her face was pale. Not just tired pale—scared pale. Her eyes were wide and shiny, her hands clenched together in her lap so tight the knuckles showed white.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

“Can we… can we not go home right now?” she said.

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