Not, “How can we help?”
Not even a fake smile.
Just that.
I stood under the crystal lights of the Aldridge Grand Hotel, holding a half-crushed bouquet of red roses in one hand and my six-year-old daughter, Sophie, in the other. Hotels& Accommodations
Her cheek was pressed against my brown leather jacket.
Her stuffed bear hung from her little fingers by one worn-out ear.
She had slept through the landing, through baggage claim, through the Uber ride from the airport, and through the revolving doors.
I envied her.
Because I was awake for all of it.
The delayed flight.
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