Charles returned, snowflakes melting on his scarf. “Everything’s set,” he said brightly. Then, softer, “Did she mention why she left our home?” His question landed lightly, concern woven in. He laughed it off: “You know, older people, they often mix up things.”
Lauren shook her head, keeping her tone even. Charles watched her closely, smile steady, as if measuring the space between words. Mabel stayed quiet, letting him steer. The fire popped, underscoring the careful dance of the conversation.