She wore a comfortable travel outfit—elastic-waist pants, a floral blouse, a light cardigan—and a look that hovered somewhere between excitement and mild discomfort. Her hair, more gray now than blonde, was pulled back into a neat bun. Her suitcase had a Maui luggage tag.
A small warning bell went off in my mind.
Why was Linda here?
She wasn’t part of this trip. This was my family vacation, my gift to my son and his family. I’d paid for everything—every ticket, every room, every activity—with money I had earned over four decades of fourteen-hour shifts, middle-of-the-night codes, and early-morning rounds.
I approached, forcing a smile to my face.
“Good morning,” I called out cheerfully. “Everyone ready for paradise?”
Tyler and Emma glanced up at me but didn’t run over like they usually did. Tyler gave me a quick, tight smile. Emma clutched the handle of her suitcase.
Jessica turned toward me, her expression oddly flat.
Not excited. Not warm.
Cold.
“Margaret, there’s been a change of plans,” she said.
I stopped, my hand still wrapped around the suitcase handle, fingers suddenly numb.
“A change of plans?” I repeated. I heard my own voice from far away, like it was coming through a hospital intercom.
Jessica sighed as if I were already inconveniencing her.
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