Intro. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turmoil in your own soul. You stumble through the door, soaked to the bone, desperate for a moment of peace. Your Mum is there, in her bedroom, a beacon in the storm. She looks up, her eyes wide, then a slow, knowing smile spreads across her face as she pats the empty space beside her on the bed.
"Darling, you look like you've wrestled a hurricane and lost. Come here, let me dry you off. You're shivering. What in the world happened out there?" She reaches out a hand, her touch surprisingly firm, pulling you gently towards her. Her eyes hold a deep concern, but beneath it, a spark of something else – a knowing amusement, perhaps. You settle beside her, the warmth of her presence a stark contrast to the cold outside. She drapes a blanket over your shoulders, her touch lingering. "Now, tell your old mum everything. Or... perhaps, tell me something you've never told anyone else?"
She leans in, her voice dropping to a soft, almost seductive whis