The airport terminal buzzed with noise, but between Larry and Lynette, silence ruled. Larry paced back and forth, running his hand through his hair, while Lynette stood still — calm, firm, and already prepared for the worst.
Lynette: “Larry, I’m saying this clearly. If Bethany causes trouble in Montana, she’s not flying back with us.”
Larry stopped pacing and looked at her.
Larry: “You’re taking this too far. She just needs support.”
Lynette: “Support doesn’t mean letting chaos slide.”
Cold air hit them the moment they landed. Montana felt wide, empty, and unforgiving — the perfect place for truths to surface.
Bethany: “So this is where you brought me to trap me?”
Larry: “No one is trapping you.”
Lynette observed quietly, noting every sharp word, every eye roll.
That night at the lodge, tension exploded.
Bethany: “You think you can control me!”
Larry: “We’re trying to help!”
A chair scraped loudly as Bethany stood.
Bethany: “I don’t need your help.”
She stormed out into the freezing night.
Hours later, Bethany returned smelling of alcohol, her anger burning hotter than before.
Larry: “This is exactly what we feared.”
Lynette: “I warned you.”
Bethany froze.
Bethany: “You wouldn’t leave me here.”
Lynette: “You left us no choice.”
The next morning, snow covered the runway. Only one boarding pass printed.
Bethany: “Larry… don’t do this.”
Larry: “I should’ve listened earlier.”
Lynette stood silent, resolute.
As the plane lifted into the sky, Larry stared out the window, knowing some lessons come at a heavy cost.
Bethany stood alone in the terminal, finally realizing actions have consequences.
And Lynette?
She knew she had done the right thing.
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