This trip was ours. Only ours. Not a family vacation. Not an obligation. Not “let’s all get away together for a bit.” Just me and her. Four days. Two cities. Two suitcases. One hotel that looked kinder in the photos than it really was. And that feeling you sometimes have when you travel alone with your child, that you are not just carrying luggage. You are carrying the whole relationship and taking it somewhere foreign to see how it breathes there.