Mabel’s fingers stilled on the blanket. “I like it here, though,” she said, eyes on the fire. “No strangers. So peaceful with Lauren.” A pause, then she added quickly, “Not that I’m ungrateful, Charlie. You’ve always looked after me.” Her smile wobbled, caught between warmth and apology.
He nodded in understanding, squeezing her hand. “Of course, Aunt. But home has your medicines, your routine, everything else you need.” Mabel glanced at Lauren, something unspoken in her gaze, before dipping her head in agreement. The room held its breath, the decision settling like fresh powder.