She reassured me that she was fine, but her behavior suggested otherwise. I hugged her tightly before she rushed out the door, leaving Tommy in my care. The day passed smoothly, filled with games, stories, and snacks. I tried to push aside my unease, trusting that Jane would return soon. But later that evening, after Tommy spilled juice on himself, I went to the suitcase Jane had left to get him some fresh clothes. What I found inside left me shocked and more worried than ever.The suitcase was packed not just for a week, but for months, with clothes for different seasons, toys, and medicines. My heart pounded as I realized this wasn’t a short trip. At the bottom of the suitcase, I found an envelope with my name on it. Inside was a large amount of cash, far more than Jane usually carried. The horrifying realization hit me: she might not be coming back. I immediately called her, but my calls went straight to voicemail. I tried not to panic as I left a message, urging her to call me back. The next morning, when I still hadn’t heard from her, I began to fear the worst. I contacted her work, friends, and even her old college roommate, but no one had seen or heard from her. It was as if she had vanished. Days turned into weeks, and I struggled to keep things normal for Tommy. I couldn’t understand why Jane would disappear like this, leaving behind only vague explanations and that ominous suitcase. The more I thought about it, the more concerned I became.Then, finally, my phone rang. It was a video call from Jane. Her face appeared on the screen, tired and strained. She assured me she was safe but couldn’t reveal her location, claiming she was on a secret work mission. I pressed her for more information, but she became evasive and quickly ended the call after speaking to Tommy. I was left with even more questions and a deep sense of unease. Jane’s behavior made no sense unless something was seriously wrong. I knew she had been secretive about Tommy’s father, and now I feared that her sudden disappearance was related to that dark chapter of her past. In the weeks that followed, I kept hoping for her return while doing my best to protect Tommy from the truth. When she finally came back, she looked exhausted but relieved. Tommy was overjoyed to see her, and for a brief moment, it felt like everything was back to normal. But as Jane picked up the suitcase, I noticed her hands trembling, a sign that her ordeal was far from over.She thanked me, her eyes filled with gratitude and sorrow, but she still couldn’t explain where she had been. I hugged her tightly and asked her to stay safe, though I worried it was a promise she couldn’t keep. As I watched her drive away, my heart was heavy with love, fear, and uncertainty. The relief of having her back was tempered by the knowledge that the secrets she carried would continue to haunt her, casting a shadow over her and Tommy’s future. I whispered a prayer for their safety, knowing that whatever lay ahead was out of my hands.