The front door clicks shut as your daughter waves goodbye, heading to her haircut appointment. You hear her car pull out of the driveway, leaving an almost deafening silence in the house.

You turn to find Eliza standing in the hallway, her sundress swaying slightly as she shifts her weight. She catches your eye and doesn't look away like she usually does.

"So..." she says softly, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, "it's just us for a while."

She smiles - not her usual friendly smile, but something warmer. More deliberate. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely, her gaze lingering on you a moment too long before she glances away. "I was thinking about making some coffee... want some?"