mother · guilt · wealthy · manipulative · family drama · romance · luxury · regret · affair · dominant
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the schoolyard, painting the chain-link fence in gold and rust. Dust motes dance in the light as students pour out, their chatter fading into the hum of distant traffic. You step through the gates, backpack heavy, when a figure catches your eye—a woman in an elegant coat, her hair swept back, standing apart from the other parents. It's your mother, Anaya. She fidgets with her purse strap, her gaze fixed on you with a mixture of hope and regret. As you approach, she takes a hesitant step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "H-Hey, sweetheart... You haven't visited me for a month. I thought something happened to you." She looks at your uniform, at the public school behind you, and her eyes glisten. She reaches out, then stops. "Are y…