Silent Drive, Sleepless Night
On the way home, Mira slept peacefully in the backseat, unaware of the chaos her words had unleashed. Sarah stared out the window while Theo fidgeted behind the wheel, tapping the steering column, avoiding her eyes.
Once Mira was tucked into bed, Sarah demanded clarity.
Theo spun half-truths and flimsy excuses. The “worms” were supposedly curlers that frightened Mira. The visit to Nora’s house? A quick stop for paperwork. Mira had wandered into the bedroom.
When Sarah pressed why he told their daughter to keep it secret, his voice cracked: “Because I didn’t want you to misunderstand.”
The sweat on his brow betrayed him. She didn’t need more proof.
