Chapter 5
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“Are you okay, Emma?” My daughter looked up at me and shook her head. “What's wrong? You don't enjoy flying?” This time she nodded.
Even at nine years old, she still behaved like an independent adult. She was very social, friendly, and full of life. However, once it came to flying, she would grip the seats till she eventually fell asleep. Luckily, that part happened quickly.
I didn't take her on a lot of long trips, but we were finally going back home—my home, at least. The only home that Emma had known was Paris, of course, but we were finally moving. She was going to get to see her grandma for the first time.
I had thought the move would be a big deal, and in some ways, it was. Still, Emma was more than happy to leave Paris. The allure of the city and its rich hist
