Half-truths

As Mindy reclined on her bed, a sense of satisfaction washed over her, mingled with the weariness that settled into her bones after a long day. The sweet aroma of the dinner she had prepared still lingered in the air, a comforting reminder of the happy moments shared with her family.

A gentle knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, followed by her mother's soft voice filtering through the wood.

"Mindy, honey, can I come in?" Grace's voice carried a warmth that melted away any lingering tension, and Mindy's lips curved into a tired but contented smile.

"Yeah, Mom, come in. The door's unlocked," Mindy replied, her voice soft as she shifted on the bed to sit up, propping herself against the headboard.

Grace entered the room, her expression filled with maternal affection as she took in the sight of her daughter. "Dinner was absolutely delicious tonight, Mindy," she praised, a proud smile gracing her lips as she approached the bed.