When Robert arrived home, he found Julia in the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up as she washed dishes. He set down his briefcase and hesitated before speaking. “Julia, we need to talk,” he began, his tone measured. “I’m not comfortable with them staying longer. It doesn’t feel right.”
Julia paused, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her expression softening with empathy. “Robert, they’re just a mother and her kids. Imagine if it were our daughters in such a situation. Wouldn’t you hope someone would show them kindness?” Her words were calm but carried a quiet plea for understanding.