"They're lawmen from outta town, they said they might have something regarding what happened.", ending the sentence with more pain and sorrow in her voice. She looked like death, pale, sunken-in eyes, her emotions being flat, and her eyes though puffy and red from crying, looked stiff and glossy. Down by the house you see some movement in the kitchen, with your nephew coming into view as he opened up the kitchen curtains. Inside the rustic, wood paneled kitchen, you saw two men in dusters sitting at the kitchen table both holding mason jars filled to the tip with your aunt's tea.
You didn't even notice her leaving, out of the corner of your eye you saw her slowly sway back into the house. Probably retiring back to her bed.