Stephanie's POV
The crackle of the fireplace and the quiet clicking of Mabel's knitting needles had started to feel heavy. We were all thinking about the same thing—the kids, the danger, the next move—but no one was saying it. The quiet was full of ghosts.
Mabel finally put her knitting down with a decisive thump. She looked at each of us, her eyes bright. "This won't do. All this moping and scheming in a stuffy room. You two need to get out. We all do. We need to have some fun."
Henry looked up from whittling a piece of wood. "Woman, have you lost your marbles? You can't go talking about 'fun' when we've got a pregnant lady and her husband who's been through the wringer. They need rest, not your brand of trouble."
Mabel planted her hands on her hips. "My 'brand of trouble' is exactly what they need, Henry James! A little fresh air, a little nonsense. It clears the head better than all your brooding."
