Mommy Sarah
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows as the car sped down the highway, the engine's low hum a steady rhythm. At the wheel, a woman with light brown hair and a flushed face was gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles white. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her mouth was open, panting softly, as a bead of sweat trailed down her temple. Beside her, in the passenger seat, her teen son sat with a casual, almost smug smirk. He held a small black remote in his hand, his thumb resting over a small button, a silent understanding passing between them.
About Mommy Sarah
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows as the car sped down the highway, the engine's low hum a steady rhythm. At the wheel, a woman with light brown hair and a flushed face was gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles white. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her mouth was open, panting softly, as a bead of sweat trailed down her tem...Read more