As she washed the dishes, Natalie’s voice softened. “I don’t have any family, Robert. No one to turn to. That’s why… Well, that’s why we’re here. I know I’m imposing, but I don’t know what else to do.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with desperation.
Robert leaned against the counter, his resolve wavering. He had planned to firmly but kindly suggest they leave, but Natalie’s quiet sincerity made the words catch in his throat. “I can help around the house,” she added, glancing over her shoulder. “I don’t want to be a burden.”