Molly looked up, then took the cup from her husband, wrapping her hands around it. "Thank you, Arthur, love." She sipped from the cup. Mmm. Lemon and the smallest drop of milk.
She turned her gaze back to the fire, the crackling flames. "All this time," she said after a while. "She's been unhappy, all this time, and we never knew..." It seemed inconceivable to her that her baby could have been sad, and it had escaped her notice.
"I suppose I'm that wrapped up in the grandchildren, and the house, but..." Molly sighed and took another sip of her tea.