She remembered her late nephew, who also lacked the warmth of family, a wave of empathy washing over her.

"So, you've had it tough, too. Pull up a chair. Karina, why not keep Carlow company? I'll whip up something in the kitchen," she said warmly, motioning towards the sofa.

“Haleigh, let me give you a hand." Karina offered, eager to assist.

“No need, just chat with Carlow for a bit,"

Haleigh replied with a dismissive wave, heading towards the kitchen with a renewed spring in her step.