As long as we always knew where she was.
The morning we boarded the plane, Daniel leaned toward me.
« You know this is probably the last one. »
« What is? »
« The last family vacation she’ll actually want to take. »
I looked at Maya sitting three rows ahead with her headphones on.
She hadn’t looked up from her phone in 20 minutes.
« I know. »
The words hurt more than I expected.
By the second day at the resort, Maya had already settled into her own routine.