"Hi, my name is Beatrice," the woman introduced herself, and Dorothy paused, thinking hard about where she'd heard the name before. Then it clicked. Her eyes widened.

"You're... You..." the words caught in her throat. This had to be Stefan's mom. The resemblance was unmistakable.

"Can I come in, please?" Beatrice asked gently. Dorothy didn't know what to do. Should she kick her out or let her in? In the end, she went with the second option, opening the door for ...