“What am I going to do? I could ask to go back to work, but then I have to pay childcare, and rent, and food… it won’t work.”
“Come here,” Dana said. “It’s not a long-term solution, but it’s a roof over your head.”
I wanted to say yes. Then I looked at the two cribs and tried to picture fitting our whole life into Claire’s tiny spare room.
“It won’t work.”
“I don’t know… It’s the babies I’m worried about. But I can’t leave them behind.”
My job was waiting, but my leave was unpaid.
Ryan’s pay covered most of the household bills.
Perhaps I could wait until he sailed again. I could work, save, and prepare without having to live beside him every day.
“I can’t leave them behind.”
That night, I found him holding Ava in the nursery doorway.
