When it's time to leave Eleanor escorts us outside. She hugs each one of us in turn, insisting we have much fun in Miami. I hug her a little too longer when it's my turn, savoring the last feel of her warm embrace.

God knows the emptiness I'm starting to feel from this point onwards.

"Take care, honey," she murmurs softly, her smile maternal.

"I will. Thanks for everything," I utter sadly.

We all slide inside the van, and Peter hits the engine. Having one last opportunity to enjoy the beautiful Yellowstone and its landscape, it's precisely what I do throughout the ride.

Sam and Malik engage into a conversation,...