When my daughter Jane dropped off my grandson Tommy and left with a vague excuse about a work trip, I was concerned. Jane, usually so open, seemed distant and anxious, and her request to leave Tommy for two weeks felt strange. What worried me more was when I discovered she had packed clothes for multiple seasons and left behind cash in a white envelope,

hinting that she wasn’t planning to return soon.When I couldn’t reach her, I grew frantic. I called everyone, but no one had heard from her. Days later, she video-called me, looking exhausted and telling me she was on a secret mission, but her words didn’t comfort me. I knew she was hiding something,