old backpack, and headed for the airport. I didn’t breathe a word to him.
I didn’t tell a soul. By the time I landed, I was completely drained. My hair was thrown up in a messy bun, I wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup, and I was dressed in my favorite faded jeans, a knitted cardigan my grandmother gave me years ago, and a pair of beat-up sneakers.
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