You're Missing Out, Cheater
Then, it hit her—yesterday, I had mentioned about going abroad to visit Mom and Dad.
She hadn't paid it any mind and just brushed it off like one of my fleeting moods.
Another alert lit up her screen. It was a breaking news bulletin. Just 30 minutes ago, a flight bound for Mérida crashed. There were zero survivors.
Today was the last time she'd ever see me. Quinn collapsed and slid to the floor as a raw, guttural sound ripped from her chest.
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Twelve hours later, I landed safely on foreign soil. Dad stood waiting as his eyes welled up with tears while Mom burst into tears and pulled me into a hug.
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