I looked at my reflection in the mirror, unable to stand still as I paced back and forth.
My chest felt tight as I kept adjusting my clothes over and over again.
"Mom, you've been standing there in front of the mirror forever," Egypt said exaggeratedly, her tired eyes watching me since earlier. "Aren't you going to be late for work?"
I glanced at her, then at my wristwatch, realizing how long I'd been standing there.
I looked at Egypt and Paris, who were both staring at me.
I could see the exhaustion in their faces from the day at the amusement park.
After we'd returned, I had quickly made an excuse about needing to go to the restaurant where I worked. But in truth, it was already evening, and my real plan was to go to the hospital and visit the address Bern had sent me—to see Cairo.
I didn't know why, but I had been restless all afternoon. My mind and body were tense, caught somewhere between fear and longing.
