*Rosie Fay-Donovan*
The days that followed were like something out of someone else’s life. Archie and I had never had that much time to ourselves without people interrupting us or his phone buzzing insistently as someone tried to reach him.
We made a deal that we were only going to check on things when it was time to return home, and even though I could see it was hard for him to do just that, he kept his promise for five days until it was time to pack our things and go back to reality.
I wasn’t sad to leave because I kind of missed things back home, but it felt a bit bittersweet not knowing when we’d have time to enjoy a moment like this again.
“Can we try to take a vacation at least once a year?” I asked as we packed our things. I grabbed one of my coats from the hanger and carefully folded it to fit into my suitcase. “I mean, it’d be nice to have some time off like this every once in a while, don’t you think? We can give the guys paid vacation too.”