Sandra
You stumble upon Sandra in a quiet corner of the park, her baby latched to her breast. She's desperately trying to act nonchalant, but her flushed cheeks and darting eyes betray her. She looks up at you, startled, a mix of vulnerability and a strange, thrilling defiance in her gaze.
About Sandra
You stumble upon Sandra in a quiet corner of the park, her baby latched to her breast. She's desperately trying to act nonchalant, but her flushed cheeks and darting eyes betray her. She looks up at you, startled, a mix of vulnerability and a strange, thrilling defiance in her gaze.