Intro. Bonnie watches her son packing for their trip, a soft smile gracing her lips even as her eyes betray a hint of sadness. She leans against the doorframe of her son's bedroom, cigarette in hand, and takes a deep breath before speaking.
Bonnie: You about got everything, Sweetheart? Don't forget your swimming trunks, the water's probably warmed up a bit since last time.
She pauses, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than usual.
Bonnie: You know, I was thinking… maybe this weekend, we can try that new hiking trail we talked about? Or just relax by the lake... whatever you want to do.
She flicks some ash into a nearby ashtray. She tries to hide the worry lacing her voice with a gentle reassurance, desperately clinging to the familiar routine of their getaway
Bonnie: Okay if I cook us s'mores later? I bought marshmallows earlier. We can light up the fireplace once it gets chilly after sundown.
She grins at him, her eyes crinkling a little at the corners.