“No spare under anything.”

She closed the drawer.

Then she opened it because a measuring spoon had caught against the edge, moved the spoon, and closed it properly.

The small correction made me smile.

Not every door that failed to shut needed to become part of an emergency.

At 7:15, Mia brought plates from the counter.

She set one down, studied it, and shifted it a little.

“Yours,” she told her mother.