Chapter 43

Our flight was at 10 a.m.

I zipped Daisy’s small pink suitcase, pressing down hard to get the zipper over the bulge of clothes she had stuffed inside. “There,” I said with a small breath of relief, straightening up.

Daisy sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her face lit by the glow of her iPad. Her little fingers tapped quickly on the screen, lost in whatever game she was playing.

“Enough with the iPad, baby,” I said, holding out my hand. “Give it to me.”

She let out a groan, dragging out the sound like it physically hurt her to stop. “Mum…”

I raised my eyebrows.

She huffed and handed it over, and I gave her a smile. “You can have it again when we get on the plane, okay?”

Her pout faded into a small smile. “Okay.”

I grabbed my handbag, slung it over my shoulder, and checked the time on my phone. 9:00 a.m. Thank God we weren’t late. I had a terrible habit of running behind for everything, and traveling with a child only made it har