That loss had brought us even closer.
Megan had always told me everything — school, her friends, her first dates, even those little problems that most teenagers would rather hide from their parents.
So when she decided to spend the summer working at a lakeside resort three hours away from home, I worried, but I didn’t try to stop her.
She was nineteen.
She wanted to earn her own money and experience a little independence.
Before she left, I asked her only one thing.
“Call me every day.”
Megan laughed.
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