The night before the flight, I couldn't sleep.
My suitcase was standing near the bedroom door.
I had packed carefully.
A few dresses.
Comfortable shoes.
My swimsuit.
The small bag I intended to carry onto the airplane.
Everything was ready.
I checked the travel folder one more time.
The flight confirmations were there.
The resort information was there.
The transportation arrangements were there.
I had printed copies of everything.
I put the folder back into my handbag.
Then I sat on the edge of the bed.
Tom's photograph was on the nightstand.
I reached over and straightened it.
He had been wearing a blue shirt in that picture.
It was taken during one of our earlier anniversaries, when we had gone away for a weekend.
We hadn't stayed anywhere luxurious.
We had driven several hours, checked into a modest hotel, and spent most of the weekend walking around a small town.
Tom had bought me ice cream.
We had eaten dinner at a restaurant where the tables were too close together.
I remembered laughing because he had accidentally spilled water on his shirt.
Nothing special.
But I had been happy.
I wondered whether Bradley remembered those kinds of vacations.
I wondered whether he remembered being little and holding his father's hand.
I wondered whether he still thought of me as someone he wanted to spend time with.
Three times that night, I picked up my phone.
Each time, I opened his contact.
I considered sending a message saying I wasn't feeling well.
I could have told him I had changed my mind.
I could have said the trip was too much trouble.
But every time I imagined canceling, I pictured arriving in Cabo and seeing the ocean.
I pictured Bradley smiling at me.
I pictured us sitting together over breakfast.
So I put the phone down.
I decided to go.
At sixty-eight, I should have known better than to confuse hope with evidence.
But I still wanted my son.
That was the truth.
The following morning, I left home early.
The drive to Denver International Airport was uneventful.
I arrived before Bradley and Amber.
I had one carry-on suitcase and my handbag.
I checked the flight information, found the appropriate area, and waited.
The airport was busy.
People were pulling suitcases in every direction.
Children were asking questions.
Announcements came over the speakers.
I found a place to stand and looked at my phone.
Bradley sent a message saying they were on their way.
I replied that I was already there.
A few minutes later, I saw them approaching.
Amber was wearing white linen pants and a designer top.
Her hair was perfectly arranged.
She had three large suitcases behind her.
Bradley was carrying his own bag and looking at his phone.
I smiled and waved.
"Good morning."
Bradley gave me a quick hug.
"Morning, Mom."
Amber glanced at me.
"Hi, Carol."
I looked at her luggage.
"You brought quite a bit."
She laughed.
"I need options."
I didn't say anything.
We moved toward the airline counter.
Everything appeared to be going smoothly until the luggage charges came up.
The agent explained that Amber's third suitcase required an additional payment.
Amber looked irritated.
She checked her phone.
Then she turned toward me.
"Carol, could you take care of that?"
I looked at her.
"Me?"
She gave a small shrug.
"Well, you already paid for the flights."
I stood there for a moment.
I had already paid for the tickets.
I had already paid for the resort.
I had already arranged the transportation.
Now I was being asked to pay for another suitcase.
But I took out my card.
I didn't want an argument at the counter.
I didn't want Bradley standing between us.
I didn't want to begin the vacation with another unpleasant conversation.
So I paid.
Amber thanked me casually.
Then she picked up her phone.
She didn't even look at me again.
Bradley helped move the luggage.
I followed them toward security.
There were several people ahead of us.
The line moved slowly.
When we reached the screening area, officers noticed full-size perfume and lotion in Amber's carry-on.
They explained that the containers couldn't go through security in that bag.
Amber became upset.
She insisted she had packed everything properly.
The officer repeated the instructions.
Amber began arguing.
Bradley leaned toward her.
"Just leave them."
"But they're expensive."
"I know. We can replace them."
She looked at him.
Then she looked at the officer again.
After another moment, she finally agreed to throw them away.
I stood nearby holding my handbag.
I didn't say anything.
There was nothing useful I could add.
Once we passed security, Bradley checked the departure board.
We had time before boarding.
Amber suggested getting something to eat.
I thought that was a good idea.
I was hungry.
We had left early, and I hadn't eaten much breakfast.
I noticed a lounge nearby.
The entrance was available to travelers who paid for access.
I had seen the advertisements before.
There were comfortable chairs, food, drinks, and quieter places to sit.
I thought it might be a pleasant way to spend the waiting time.
So I paid approximately two hundred dollars for access.
I didn't complain about the cost.
I simply hoped we could sit together.
The lounge was comfortable.
There were tables near the windows and a buffet with fruit, yogurt, pastries, and other breakfast items.
I made myself a small plate.
Some fruit.
A little yogurt.
A cup of coffee.
I found a table and placed my handbag beside the chair.
Then I looked toward the buffet.
Bradley and Amber were filling their plates.
They were talking.
Amber laughed at something he said.
I smiled.
For a moment, I thought they might come over and join me.
They didn't.
They walked past my table.
They continued toward the other side of the room.
Then they sat down together.
I watched them place their plates on the table.
Amber leaned toward Bradley and whispered something.
He laughed.
She glanced in my direction.
They both laughed again.
I lowered my eyes.
My coffee was still too hot to drink.
I stirred it slowly.
There were several empty seats around me.
I could have moved.
I could have walked over.
I could have asked whether they wanted to sit together.
But I didn't.
I had already spent too much of the morning trying to make myself welcome.
I didn't want to chase them around a lounge I had paid to enter.
I took a small bite of yogurt.
It tasted ordinary.
Across the room, an older couple were sitting together.
The man had a newspaper open.
The woman was holding a cup with both hands.
Every so often, he pointed at something on the page and she smiled.
At one point, he reached beneath the table and held her hand.
It was such a small thing.
I looked away.
I missed Tom.
Not just his voice.
Not just his presence.
I missed the certainty that someone would notice if I were sitting alone.
Tom would have come over.
He would have asked why I was by myself.
Then he would have pulled out the chair beside me and sat down.
He wouldn't have needed to make a speech.
He would simply have been there.
Bradley was there.
My own son was in the same room.
And I was eating breakfast alone.
That was harder to accept than I expected.
I tried to think of something else.
I checked the departure time.
I looked at the lounge windows.
I finished my coffee.
When Bradley and Amber eventually stood up, they walked past me again.
Bradley glanced at my plate.
"Ready?"
I nodded.
"Yes."
Amber was already looking toward the exit.
I collected my handbag.
The lounge had been warm and quiet.
Outside, the terminal seemed louder.
I followed them toward the gate.
We still had time before boarding.
I hoped the rest of the morning would be better.
I hoped we could sit together.
I hoped Bradley might talk to me.
I hoped Amber would stop treating me like an inconvenience.
I was beginning to understand how much hope I had packed into that little suitcase.
At the gate, I found three seats together.
I placed my handbag on one chair while I checked the boarding information.
Then I sat down.
I thought Bradley and Amber would join me.
They didn't.
They found seats somewhere else.
Amber sat beside her husband and began looking through her phone.
Bradley leaned back.
Neither of them came over.
I looked at the three empty spaces around me.
One of the seats was where Bradley could have sat.
The other was where Amber could have sat.
I had saved them without even thinking.
It had become automatic.
I always saved a place for my son.
Even when he no longer seemed interested in sitting beside me.
I took my phone out and checked the time.
Boarding was getting closer.
The airline staff began preparing the gate.
Passengers started gathering their belongings.
I stood and picked up my carry-on.
Bradley and Amber remained a short distance away.
I could hear them talking.
I couldn't make out the words.
I didn't try.
I had spent the entire morning telling myself that things would improve once we were on the plane.
Now I wasn't sure.
For the first time, I allowed myself to consider that the problem might not be the airport.
It might not be work.
It might not be stress.
It might not even be the vacation.
Maybe this was simply how they saw me.
Someone who paid.
Someone who arranged things.
Someone who was useful when an expense appeared.
But not someone they particularly wanted beside them.
I felt a tightness in my chest.
I took a slow breath.
Then the boarding announcement began.
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