Amelia ended the phone call and immediately began preparing. Her hands moved with the calm precision of someone who had done this countless times before. She crossed the room to the medicine cabinet, her fingers already selecting bottles of vitamins and carefully chosen herbal remedies. Each item she picked had been weighed in her mind against her grandfather's condition. Nothing too strong, nothing that would trouble his digestion or upset his appetite. She lined them up neatly on the table before slipping them into her medical bag one by one, the soft clink of glass and plastic the only sound breaking the silence of the room.
Behind her, Ariel bounced on the tips of her toes, her long hair flying about her shoulders as she tried to peek at what her mother was doing. "Are we going to see great grandfather?" the little girl asked, her voice bright with excitement.
