Silence from upstairs. She’d check later, but they were so good to get ready for bed all by themselves. They were such good kids. She thought of how they had coped since the accident, much braver than she'd been. They hadn’t asked incessant questions of her, they hadn’t made her go over the whole scenario in an attempt to understand why their father had so suddenly been taken.
But how could they understand? What could she tell them that they didn’t already know?
They’ve been so much quieter, of course, more subdued... but surely that was only to be expected.