In the evening, Paula wore a hoodie to go grocery shopping. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she wore a face mask.
"Mom, why are you wearing a mask?" the little boy asked, his eyes on her. "We're just going to the grocery store, right?"
Paula chuckled, pulling out a smaller mask from her bag. "You should wear one too. Mom's somewhat famous now. I don't want fans causing a scene if they see me."
Winter nodded, taking the mask from her. "Then I'll wear it, Mom. It looks good on you, though."
As they walked to the garage, Winter trailed behind his mother, his expression unusually serious. Once inside the car, Paula noticed her typically talkative child was unusually quiet.
"If there's anything on your mind, you can talk to me. Mommy's here to listen," she assured him.
However, Winter simply looked away without saying a word.
Winter was more mature and perceptive than boys his age. Every so often, he seemed older than his own mother.
