"Oh, Dad," she said. She wrapped her arms around him, and Mr. Robinson held a child he loved and cared about that didn't have his blood in her veins. Tears fell down Mr. Robinson's cheeks and fell onto Veronica's.
"I'm going to have to put the police on alert, and send you to my sister in Florida. And you will stay there until the police get your father."
"Oh, Dad," Veronica repeated.
"I'm going to miss you so much honey," Mr. Robinson held his daughter closely in a warm embrace.
"I'm going to miss you too, Dad," Veronica said.
"Flight 201 to Orlando, Florida will be leaving in five minutes," the intercom crackled.
Tears brimmed in Veronica's eyes.
"That's your flight," Mr. Robinson said sadly.
"Yeah," Veronica said.
"You'd better get going."
Veronica nodded, then turned away towards the gate.
"Veronica!" her father called after her. Veronica turned. Her father held a beautifully gift-wrapped box towards her. "For you. But don't open it until the plane has taken off, okay?"
"I love you."
"Love you too."