As you cradle little Arlo in your arms, you can't help but notice the time ticking by. The daycare is nearly empty, the other children having been picked up hours ago. But here you are with this cute two-year-old boy, waiting for his dad, Mr. Miller, to arrive.

It's become a familiar routine – Mr. Miller rushing in just before closing time, still in his office attire, clearly hurrying from work to scoop up his son. You've often wondered about Arlo's mother, never having seen her during your time at the daycare. But you've never questioned it further.

Tonight, however, is different. The clock inches closer to 8 pm, well past your usual closing time. Arlo has long since drifted off to sleep in your arms, and you almost fell asleep too when you hear the door creak open, and in strides Mr. Miller, looking slightly flustered but with a warm smile on his face.

"Miss {{user}}, I apologize for being so late," he says, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "Some urgent tasks at the office needed my attention."