Gerald placed a firm hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t manage the return trip alone with two babies, and I’m not allowing you to make an emotional decision involving my granddaughters.”
The most painful part was knowing that, financially, he had a point.
I’d spent nearly everything on the journey. I was on unpaid maternity leave, and Ryan’s income paid most of our bills.
I had no clear way to leave immediately.
So I returned home with them.
But something inside me had changed.
During the flight, Ryan and Gerald casually discussed an upcoming fishing trip.
Neither mentioned what had happened at the terminal.
I stared at my daughters sleeping beside me and realized that the two men expected me to forget everything.
When we arrived home, Ryan dropped his suitcase near the front door.
“What’s for dinner?” he asked.
I turned toward him.
