Mandy came down the stairs, eyes glued to her phone, only glancing up once she reached the living room. Her gaze swept the room until it landed on her grandmother, seated by the window, casually flipping through a magazine.

Sliding her phone into her bag, Mandy smiled and walked over, moving behind the elderly woman to gently massage her shoulders.

“Want me to bring you some fruit on my way back?” she asked softly.

Grandma Linda looked up with a raised brow. “Where exactly are ...