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Sabrina's POV

Nicholas, who had been watching, finally lowered his head. He sighed softly, then headed for the kitchen. His footsteps were heavy, not from fatigue, but from knowing there was nothing he could do to fix this feeling. A few moments later, the sound of running water from the faucet was heard, followed by the clink of glasses placed on the table. He returned with a glass of water, placed it on the table near Hazel without a word, and then sat down in the chair across from her.

I shifted my position and sat beside Hazel, trying to offer support without having to say anything. My hand touched her shoulder, just briefly, but it was enough to make Hazel turn her head briefly with a small, grateful smile. She then looked down again, staring at Charlie, who still didn't want to let go.

“I want to too, son. But sometimes, people have to go home. So they can get their lives in order. When Mom Hazel has settled everything, who knows, maybe we can be togeth