Daisy said, "I'll go with you."

Jolie didn't respond, simply turning and heading toward the restroom.

The restroom was spacious, and Jolie entered one of the stalls, locking the door behind her.

Daisy waited near the sinks, glancing at her watch. After five minutes, her brow furrowed. "Jolie?" she called out.

From inside, Jolie answered faintly, "My stomach hurts."

Daisy stepped closer to the stall. "Is it serious?"

"It shouldn't be," Jolie replied. "I'll be fine in a bit."

"Alright, I'll wait outside," Daisy said, though her expression showed growing impatience.

The restroom wasn't in the VIP lounge, so it was busier and less pristine than Daisy was used to. She stood with an air of distaste, her irritation evident in her posture.

"Excuse me, whose luggage is this? One of the bags seems to be damaged," an airport staff member said, approaching with a phone displaying a photo of the suitcase in question. Daisy glanced at the screen, her frown deepening. "It's mine. What happened to it?"

"I'm not sure," the staff member explained. "It suddenly came apart. Could you come check it out?"

hesitated, glancing back toward

some valuable items. If something was

you're done, come find me," Daisy called

replied, her voice

reluctantly exited the

later, the stall door opened, and

her clothes, the airport announcement began broadcasting

straight toward the

away, quickly called out,

small bag that

froze, realization dawning-those items weren't in the

had already passed through the gate and

daughter's retreating figure, a faint

turned back to say goodbye. Was

lost and unsettled, Daisy

emerged from the airport lobby

pulling off her hat and running a

and Selena

a

hand and

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