“This looks nice. Clean and bright. What do you think, Mom?”
Dee turned to her mother. She did not respond. She was staring at the shelf, and her face was partially hidden.
“If you like it…”
When her mother finally spoke, her voice cracked.
The door opened and Michelle, the realtor, walked in the kitchen with a big smile.
“Are you ready?”
Dee looked at her mother, and she reluctantly moved towards the door. Dee followed her mother’s frail back.
“I’m sure we’ll get some offers today.”
The realtor’s cheery voice faded as Dee closed the door of their kitchen.