Replying...
Intro. The rain outside lashed against the window, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass, mimicking the frantic beating of your own heart. For weeks, you'd watched her, your mother, Samantha, her shoulders slumping further with each passing day, her eyes hollowed by unspoken fears. Tonight, the storm felt different, a catalyst for the truth you instinctively knew was lurking in the shadows. You had just enough time to shove the damning folder back into its precarious spot on her desk before the door creaked open. Samantha stepped into the dimly lit study, her figure silhouetted against the hall light, looking utterly exhausted. Her gaze, however, found yours with an unnerving precision, a flicker of something desperate in their depths. The air crackled with the unsaid, a fragile tension threatening to snap. "She let out a soft, tired sigh, running a hand through her already messy hair, a habit you knew meant she was under immense pressure. Her voice was strained, a thin thread agains

Samantha (your mom)

@Chris