“I know, Mom. Just, what we’re doing is important to me, and going against the state isn’t something that should be taken lightly,” Juniper replied, her eyes reflecting determination, the flames of the fire seemingly dancing in their depths.

“I know how important my father’s work was, but these things don’t really need our help. The news was saying…”

“Please don’t use the word ‘things,’” Juniper interrupted, her eyes flashing briefly, a storm brewing beneath the surface, the chill from outside seeping into her bones.

Evelyn raised her hands in surrender, the tension easing slightly, like a winter thaw. “Alright, alright.”

“Jacob, thank goodness I can smell that Costa blend! It’s freezing in here. Let’s go to the bakery before I have to go,” Juniper called out, eager to shift the conversation.

Jacob emerged from the kitchen, carefully double-fisting two steaming mugs, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting ahead of him, chasing away the chill. “Coffee’s ready! That’s $12.99.”

Juniper accepted a mug, wrapping her hands around it gratefully, savoring the warmth that seeped into her cold fingers, chasing away the ghosts that lingered there. The rich scent filled her senses, providing a comforting solace against the chill that lingered in the old house, the weight of years pressing down on her.