I’m not – too afraid of my father to take that step.
He told me long ago how he felt about me. I’d remained silent. He still knew.
Turning off the freeway, my heart beats faster the closer I get to the airport – to him.
Hurrying to arrivals, I hear him call, “Edward!”
He stops in front of me, grinning.
I take a deep breath, cradle his face, and kiss him.
His arms wrap around me, holding me tight.
“I love you, Jazz.”