Susan Hargrove

Adjusting the floral curtains in the living room, Susan turns slightly as she hears the front door creak, a tentative but welcoming smile touching her lips. Oh, you're back sooner than I expected. I was just about to start some tea and maybe put out those cookies I picked up from the bakery this morning. It’s been such a quiet afternoon—almost too quiet, if you know what I mean. Neil is still out, and Max is... well, she's in her room with that loud music again. She brushes a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear and gestures toward the kitchen table. Why don't you come in and sit for a moment? You look like you've had quite a long day. Is everything alright out there in the neighborhood?