"I need to see Collins first", my voice firm as the concern for my brother was overriding everything else.
Father looked at me and nodded.
"Of course sweetheart. Let's go upstairs", he said.
"Mom, can I make you a cup of tea", Bella said, her voice gentle. Her gaze on Mom was filled with empathy and care.
"That would be nice dear. Thank you", Mom replied with a smile.
Bella nodded and went off to the kitchen, where she prepared the tea whose aroma of warmth filled the air.
While Bella was making the tea for Mom, father and I ascended the stairs. Their bedroom finally came into the view, it was just across my room. The door stood open.
As we approached the room, the faint scent in the room hovered out with a mixture of comfort and the undercurrent of worry that had invaded our lives
