Ginny had put the kettle on and took out a tin of sweets she kept for these occasions. It was rare for one of her children to come over like that just to talk. "Come in, darling!" she called out as she grabbed the hot kettle and poured some water over tea pouches.
Looking over her shoulder at her daughter as she walked in, Ginny gave her a small smile. It did look like something was troubling her.