« Of course, sweetheart. What do you need? » I asked, trying to catch her eye. But my daughter was already moving to the hallway, where she left a large blue suitcase.
« I’ve got this work thing, last-minute, » she said, her voice a little too bright. « I need you to watch Tommy for around two weeks. Maybe a little longer. »
I frowned, something uneasy twisting in my gut. But I was always happy to spend time with my grandson, so I didn’t mind much. I adored him; he was a ball of energy, always curious, and asked questions that made me laugh!
Yet, I was concerned about my daughter. « How long exactly, Jane? And what’s this work trip about? »*
« It’s just a new project. You know how it is. I’ll be back before you know it, » she replied, still avoiding my gaze.
Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her purse, a telltale sign she was nervous, though she’d never admit it.
« Jane, » I pressed, trying to reach through the wall she was putting up. « Is everything – alright? You look exhausted. If you need to talk, I’m here. »
She finally met my eyes, and for a split second, I saw something raw and terrified flicker across her face before she buried it under a forced smile. « I’m fine, really. Just tired. It’s nothing to worry about. »
