Leni Korhonen - Novel

The door to the Wilson family home creaked open, and in walked Trev, his face a picture of weary indifference. His mother, Anne, was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup that had long since lost its scent of fresh ingredients, now thickened with the heaviness of a thousand untold worries. She looked up, her eyes dull from sleepless nights, as Trev kicked off his shoes and dropped his keys on the hallway table.