The last day at the resort arrived too quickly.
Arohi moved about the suite, folding clothes, zipping bags, trying to keep her hands busy — anything to silence the storm inside her.
She hadn’t told Ahan they were going back to London that evening. She wasn’t sure how he’d take it. But deep down, she was afraid of how Ishaan would react.
Ahan, however, had already sensed something was off.
As they waited in the lobby for their ride, Ahan suddenly darted off — little feet sprinting with purpose.
"Ahan!" Arohi called out, alarmed.
But the boy didn’t stop.
He ran straight into the arms of the man who had quietly become his favorite part of the trip.
“Ice cream uncle!” Ahan grinned, throwing his arms around Ishaan’s legs. “I’m going back to London now.”
Ishaan’s heart stopped.
"You’re
