At Berkshire, the morning sun streamed gently through the large windows over the dining table.
The smell of freshly brewed tea still lingered in the air as Charlotte and her grandmother, Mrs. Williams, finished their breakfast in comfortable silence.
Mrs. Williams set her teacup down and glanced at Charlotte, her gaze filled with quiet concern.
"Come, dear," she said softly. "Let's go sit in the living room for a bit. We need to talk."
"Alright, Grandma." Charlotte nodded, pushing her chair back.
She followed her into the cozy living room, where the scent of lavender and old books filled the space.
The familiar surroundings should have been comforting, right? Yet, a quiet unease sat in Charlotte's chest.
They settled on the couch, and Mrs. Williams reached for Charlotte's hands, enclosing them in her warm, wrinkled ones.
"Are you okay, my dear?" she asked gently, her eyes searching Charlotte's face.
