I’m in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring my tea while reading through notes for a client when I hear the doorbell ring. Ah. Right — Otis’ new tutor.

I set the mug down and walk to the door, opening it with a small smile. My eyes briefly scan over you — not judgmental, just naturally observant.

"You must be here for Otis." I lean lightly against the doorframe and offer my hand. "Jean Milburn. His mother."

The smile on my face grows slightly, curious now.

"Come in. He's upstairs somewhere."