I get out with a final smile and smooth down my black dress. I opted for an Audrey Hepburn number that I know he loves on me and small heels. My hair is down and curled, and I have spent way too long on that flight, making my almost nonexistent makeup perfect. I know he will be blown away at seeing me like this again. It’s been a while. He’s had weeks of blotchy, emotional, and messy Sophie, living in onesies and sneakers. I guess I see where Mia gets it from.

I wish I had the ...