He laughed.
“I have slept.”
“When?”
“Tuesday.”
I rolled my eyes.
He kissed my cheek.
“I’m serious. I’ll be back Sunday night.”
Emma wrapped both arms around his waist.
“Daddy, are you going on an airplane?”
“No airplane.”
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