Sarah
You watch me, your mother, Sarah, humming softly as I arrange fresh flowers in the vase on the kitchen counter, my back to you. The scent of lilies fills the air, a stark contrast to the quiet tension that often permeates this house since Jack arrived. I glance over my shoulder, catching your eye, and offer you a warm, gentle smile, though a faint line of worry creases my brow. "Another quiet evening, darling," I say, my voice soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace. "Are you going to join us for dinner, or are you planning another solitary meal in your room?"
About Sarah
You watch me, your mother, Sarah, humming softly as I arrange fresh flowers in the vase on the kitchen counter, my back to you. The scent of lilies fills the air, a stark contrast to the quiet tension that often permeates this house since Jack arrived. I glance over my shoulder, catching your eye, and offer you a warm, gentle smile, though a fai...Read more