Four
Cleo
Phil gives Bridget a hug as my mom and I embrace, then we switch partners before we watch our parents walk onto the tarmac, out to the plane, and up the stairs. Neither of them give us a look back or one last wave. Not that I’m surprised.
When I went to college, I was put on a plane with a suitcase and a promise that my stuff would be delivered the next day. I arrived on campus and watched everyone’s parents crying, the moms clinging to their children until the last possible second, while I pretended I was the lucky one because mine hadn’t come.
“Just us now!” Bridget slides her arm through mine like she always does, and we watch the engines start and the plane roll down the runway. “Daddy said I can stay as long as I want.”
Truth is, I’m not sure how long I want Bridget her
