“Thank you so much for visiting,” Diya said as she escorted us to my car.

“No need to thank me. I should do more.”

“This is enough. You have a life.” She told me with an understanding tone.

We got to the car, and while Zion opened the door and got in, I turned to her. “I pray all goes well for you. I want you happy and with your baby.” I pulled her in for a quick hug.

She waved us off, and I looked forward to visiting again.

Driving home took forty-five minutes. I did a mental calculation of my time. Including traffic jams, it would take an...