Mrs. Peterson greeted him with a kind smile, dismissing his concerns. “You’re never a bother, Jack,” she assured him. Her voice softened as she added, “I’ve just made some cookies, the ones Elise used to love.” Her eyes held a touch of melancholy as she mentioned her name.
Jack could feel the weight of Mrs. Peterson’s sorrow, understanding all too well the grief of losing a loved one. He was still grieving over Elise as well. He took a moment, clearing his throat and drawing a deep breath to steady himself.