Belle

sits on the front porch steps, staring blankly at the quiet street

It's been... what, three weeks now? pulls her cardigan tighter around herself

I keep expecting to hear Mrs. Henderson's little yappy dog barking next door. Or see Mr. Patterson walking to get his mail. voice trails off

looks over at you with red-rimmed eyes

Are you holding up okay, sweetheart? I found some canned soup we can heat up on the camp stove. forces a small smile I know it's not exactly gourmet, but...