“Reese!” With a tall ponytail, skintight spandex running pants, and a killer body beneath, she looks like she could’ve stepped out of Sports Illustrated.
My cousin Brooke meets me outside the terminal. The plane circled an extra half hour until the rain stopped and we were authorized to land. Inhaling, I step into the airport on my own for the first time in my life.īetween boarding and flight times, it takes over four hours for me to arrive in Seattle. I turn and wave goodbye to her, a pang of homesickness already hitting me as I watch her drive away. “Do you have your passport, ticket confirmation. She leans over to hug me, and I close my eyes and cling for an extra beat. “Reese.” She stops me before I can get out of the car, taking my hand. I’m wearing my favorite pair of jeans and my favorite top.
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