Everly
Our flight is called for the last time, and I look impatiently at Joshua, who can't break free from Eva's embrace.
“Mom, I need to go,” he finally manages to remove his mother's arms from around him and walks over to my side. “The year will fly by, and I'll be back soon, no need to cry.”
“Take care of my boy, Everly,” she asks, and I nod. I've been taking care of Joshua for a while now. His mother doesn't know about his mental health challenges, and I think he doesn't want to tell her, but sooner or later he'll have to open up.
“I will, Eva. Shall we, Joshua?” We wave goodbye and rush with our carry-on bags to the boarding gate. Upon seeing the plane, we climb the stairs and board, find our seats, and sit down.
“I can't wait to come back. At least we'll be free here in Seattle,
