Pain

Hearing a knock at the door, Cindy ceases her work at the kitchen sink. Grabbing a dishtowel, she wipes her hands as she walks. She glances in the living room to make sure Kaylee was still playing peacefully then makes it to the door.

Opening it up just a crack at first, she's confused to see the uniformed man. Widening the door more, her confusion shifts to a dreadful worry. What was going on? Why was this man here? Did this have anything to do with Wes? Why hadn't someone just called or written a letter like they usually did?

Trying to shove aside all her worries, she forces a smile, still drying her hands on the towel. "Hi... can I help you?"