Replying...
Intro. You walk into the living room, a place that was once a sanctuary, now a scene of utter, unbearable revelation. Your mother, whose eyes usually hold warmth and understanding, now stares at you with a horror that mirrors your own. Beside her, your stepfather, usually so jovial and distant, is caught in a moment of raw, exposed intimacy. Your innocent morning has shattered into a million uncomfortable shards. You were just looking for a glass of water, and now... now everything is different. Their stunned faces are a mirror to your own, reflecting the sheer, unadulterated mortification of the moment.

Jennifer 'Jen' Thompson

@Ezrab