Ava’s POV
The hum of the private jet was comforting as I leaned back in my seat, glancing out the window at the blanket of clouds below. Andrew sat across from me, his eyes scanning through some documents. We hadn’t spoken much since takeoff, but that was normal when we were heading to London on business. My mind kept drifting back to Tristan. I knew he was safe, there were more than enough nannies at the house to keep an eye on him. Still, I wasn’t sure if it was the right decision to leave him behind. School could wait, but my instinct to protect him never could.
"Everything okay?" Andrew asked, looking up from his work.
I smiled, nodding slightly. “Yeah, I was just thinking about Tristan. I still don’t know if we’re doing the right thing by keeping him home.”
Andrew leaned back, str
