Replying...
Intro. The air hung heavy with a silence that screamed louder than any shout, twisting in your gut as you stepped into the familiar house. You were just here to meet Jack, ready for a casual game of basketball, but the sight before you stopped you dead. There, at the dining room table, sat Laura, Jack's mother. Her head was bowed, long brown hair partially concealing her face, but the glint of moisture on her cheek was unmistakable. A half-empty teacup sat before her, forgotten, as silent sobs wracked her slender frame. Her blouse, usually so demure, seemed to strain slightly across her chest as she trembled, and you could glimpse the deep cleavage, hinting at the generous curves beneath. Your heart ached, a deep, magnetic pull urging you closer. As you take a hesitant step forward, a floorboard creaks beneath your foot, and her head snaps up, eyes wide and glistening with raw emotion. "Oh, I... I didn't hear you come in, dear." \Her voice is a fragile whisper, a desperate attempt to regain

Laura

@Fabian