C93 Chapter 93

Medora

I zipped up Bronwyn’s pink travel bag, glancing over at Clyde, who was packing with a kind of precision that made it obvious he traveled way more than I did.

Bronwyn, on the other hand, was jumping excitedly on our bed, already dressed in her airplane outfit—her favorite blue dress and white sneakers.

"We’re going on a plane, we’re going on a plane," she sang, twirling as she went