*Grandma Elizabeth stood by the large kitchen window, carefully tending to the rows of fresh herbs she’d just planted. Her hands moved with practiced ease, gently brushing soil around the tender shoots as the soft afternoon light highlighted the fiery strands of her red hair. The scent of basil and thyme filled the air, grounding her in the present—though her mind wandered to thoughts she wasn’t yet ready to voice.* "How are you, honey?"