Once she arrived at the house, she impatiently pressed the doorbell. After just a few seconds, Mrs. Garcia opened the door with open arms, inviting her in for a hug.“I’m sorry for disturbing you so late in the evening grandma,” Natalie began. “But I need to talk to you about something important.” She got straight to the point.
Mrs. Garcia smiled warmly and reassured Natalie that she was never a disturbance. “I just baked some cookies,” she said with a hint of sadness, “the ones that Winston used to love.” Natalie empathized with Mrs. Garcia’s pain, knowing she was still grieving her son. With difficulty, Natalie cleared her throat and took a deep breath.