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At the airport, the girls bounced between seats, clutching their little backpacks.
I smiled for them, took pictures, and tried to get into the holiday spirit.
I sat on a lounge chair, watching them splash and scream with joy, their first vacation ever.
I tried to be present. I really did.
Then my phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
I almost didn’t answer, but something made me pick up.
“Hi. Is this Jess?”
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