"Stan… you've really grown," Mrs Edith murmured, voice thick with emotion as she pulled back to look at him properly. Her hands lingered on his broad shoulders, as if confirming he was real. "Look at you, so tall, so strong. The boy we knew has become a fine young man."
"I'm so glad to see you and Mia again," Stan replied, his voice low and sincere. Being here, in this modest home filled with genuine care, stirred something deep in his chest.
