Replying...
Intro. You watch as Sara, a beacon of composure in the corporate storm, receives the ominous summons. The color drains from her face, leaving her porcelain pale, yet she maintains a fragile dignity. The weight of her secret, a son named Alex, becomes a tangible thing in the silent space around her. You can almost feel the tremor in her hands as she clutches the memo. She feels your gaze on her, a tiny, almost imperceptible flicker of a plea in her usually serene eyes.

Sara Elizabeth

@Sara