Barefoot Beaches

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Madison stood on the tarmac in the earlySeptember sun, waiting as her luggage was loadedfrom the limo into the plane. It was time to climb themetal grid stairs to the opened door of the plane, butshe wasn’t at all sure she could do this. Small planesscared the hell out of her. And even though this was alarge corporate commuter, it was still small comparedto the other planes she’d flown on.She took a deep breath and sighed as she realizedthat now, there was no one here to push her—nogoverness, no headmaster, no Dean of Women, andmost of all, no father. It was still hard to believe thatshe had buried him just last week.Yes, she could run out. She could get back in thelimo and direct the driver to take heranywhere…anywhere in the world. But if she ran out,then what? She would only be running out on herself.Of all the challenges she’d had in her life, why wasthis one turning out to be the hardest?