Mabel patted Lauren’s hand. “My nephew Charles—he’s so good to me. Takes care of everything, you know? Doctor visits, bills, all of it.” Her voice warmed with pride, like sharing a favorite story. Lauren listened, nodding, as the fire popped softly beside them.
“He makes sure I’m never alone,” Mabel continued, smiling into her tea. “Such a kind boy. Always checking in.” But her fingers tightened briefly on the mug, a flicker crossing her face. Lauren wondered if it was just the cold settling deeper.