The final vehicle to arrive was a silver minivan that navigated slowly through the fog before parking at the very end of the row.

For a long moment, the driver remained seated inside until the door finally opened.

An elderly woman stepped out wearing a tan raincoat that was slightly too large for her frame and a pair of simple white sneakers.

Her gray hair was pulled back neatly, and she carried two folded cloth grocery bags beneath her arm.

She walked slowly up the driveway with her head lowered, appearing quiet and reserved.

Halfway up the path, she raised her eyes toward the garden, then looked past the vegetables toward the second story deck of the sleek gray house.