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I promised her that once the school year ended, and I had wrapped up my loose ends, we would make the sixteen-hour drive back home to New Orleans.
“Mommy, can we please stop? I have to pee,” Carsen, my five-year-old daughter, asked from the middle row of my Suburban.
“Sweetie, can you hold it for a few more minutes? We are almost to our stop,” I asked, looking in the rearview mirror. I could see the disappointment on her face, but we were going to stop in Atlanta to rest for the night. I figured I would probably take them to the Georgia Aquarium the following morning as well. I was used to traveling with the kids alone when Sterling was away on assignment, but
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