My daughter Jane left my grandson Tommy with me for what was supposed to be a two-week work trip. However, when I opened her suitcase, I found clothes for multiple seasons, medications, toys, and a large amount of cash—signs that she might not return. I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. Days turned into weeks with no word.
Eventually, Jane made a brief video call, looking exhausted and evasive, claiming she was on a secret assignment. She couldn’t reveal her location. I feared her disappearance was tied to her past, possibly involving Tommy’s father.
Weeks later, Jane returned, visibly shaken but relieved. She offered no real explanation for her absence, and though I was relieved to have her back, I couldn’t shake the fear that her troubles were far from over. As she left, my heart ached with love and worry for her and Tommy’s future.
