Amelie's face lit up when she saw Carlos' name flash across the screen. Without a moment's hesitation, she answered.
"Carlos?" she said, her eyes brightening as though she could already see him.
"Hey, Mimi," Carlos greeted, his tone carrying a softness reserved only for her. He leaned back in the wooden chair near the window of his room, as the moonlight casting faint shadows across his face. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. You?"
"I'm doing alright," he replied. A small pause lingered before he added quickly, "Grandma's doing fine too, before you ask." His fingers drummed absently against the armrest, a restless rhythm betraying the calm in his voice.
Amelie smiled knowingly. "Why did you call? Don't tell me you're already missing us." Her words were teasing, but her heart secretly hoped it was true.
