*Olivia*

“Oh, there’s my beautiful little man,” I cooed as I lifted Elio out of his car seat.

“Mama!” he replied as I settled him on my hip and turned to face the compound.

The sun rested high in the sky overhead, and Gio was getting our bags out of the trunk. A driver had picked us up instead of riding the helicopter home. I was glad for the slower drive to separate vacation from reality.

But now we were finally home, the ease of ...