Audrey’s POV
It was already time for my parents to leave. We stood at the airport, waving them goodbye. Ian cried for his nana and grandpa, and we soothed him with soft promises — a walk in the park, ice cream, and maybe a new toy from Drew. Little kids can be convinced quickly sometimes.
We were sitting on a park bench, watching Ian smear ice cream all over his face as he zoomed in circles around a slide, his laughter echoing through the air. I should’ve been smiling too — he was happy, carefree. But my mind was elsewhere, tangled in the logistics of reality.
How was I going to make this work?
His visa was still temporary. The embassy hadn’t given us an answer about residency. I couldn’t enroll him in kindergarten. I couldn’t leave him alone. My job didn’t allow for chaos. I’d need to find a nanny — if I could afford one — It wasn’t just a couple of hours. It would have to be full time, or... what? What happens when the six months are up? What if—
“You’re doing it again.”