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.

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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…