I remained connected to Emma through video until a uniformed airport officer approached her near the gate, where she sat holding her purple backpack.
“Are you Emma Dawson?” the officer asked gently.
She gave a small nod.
“My mommy’s on the phone.”
The officer identified himself and reassured me that Emma would stay with airport staff while we organized a safe reunion.
For the first time since her call, I felt able to breathe.
While Emma remained unsettled in Denver, vacation pictures began arriving in our family group chat.
My mother appeared smiling beneath a first-class blanket. Lauren shared a photograph of her roomy seat, and my nieces displayed the desserts they had received.
Lauren captioned her picture by calling it the best family vacation ever.
Mom followed with another message.