She couldn’t cope by herself apparently.
She’d asked if she could visit the house again, just to pick up some old photos. Her son had shook his head, telling her nonsense about how it would only upset her and the strain wasn’t good at her age, as if the scale of years had reversed her to a child without free-will once more.
The stranger caught her by surprise. Photos in hand she sat, none of the nervous hovering the family had taken to.
“We found them under the floorboards while we were refurbishing.” she’d said. “Would you tell me about them?”