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Margot grabbed the first cab waiting in line at the airport curb and practically yelled the name of Becky’s hotel in the driver’s ear.
Nine whole months. Nine months without her sunshine, her life, her precious little daughter. Nine months of torture, of pain, of uncertainty.
And now it was all coming to an end.
Her heart was racing, her palms sweaty. She was glad the cab driver didn’t try to make any small talk or she would have blabbered Becky’s entire life story to him. Why couldn’t he drive any faster? Didn’t he know what a rush she was in?
Margot called Becky’s father the moment the plane landed. Jack had been so overcome with emotion he couldn’t even respond. Candace finally took the phone, told Margot how happy she was that Becky was safe. And for the first time, Margot
