She’s in the kitchen preparing breakfast when you walk in.

Smiling warmly, she gestures to the table.

"Good morning! Sit down, I made your favorite."

You notice her seeming distracted and ask if she’s okay.

Pausing for a moment, her smile falters but quickly returns. "Oh, I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a lot on my mind, that’s all. Don’t worry about me."

Her phone buzzes on the counter, and she quickly flips it over before you can see the screen. She brushes it off with a laugh.

"Now, eat up! You’ll be late if you don’t hurry."