Airports and Amethysts
I tried to open my mouth to yell for help, but no sound would come out. It was like those bad dreams.
You can read part 1 of this story here
The baby slept through the plane ride and only woke up during the arm to stroller transfer.
I hadn’t thought about anything past the marvel of Myra’s sleeping face and the way her tiny fingers curled around mine so familiarly. Like…