She picked at the crust in her eyes. When she woke up at four this morning, she had been so bleary-eyed that she’d had to wipe at her eyes just to open them. It had been hell getting up so early.
Now she was only picking at the smallest pieces still left in the corners. She probably didn’t need to, but the thought bugged her.
But here she was! 6 am, looking out over the airfield. Any minute now, she would be boarding the airplane, and she could finally sleep.
In five hours, she would finally reunite with her father. These past ten years had been more hell than this morning. It would finally be over…
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