I gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly as I pulled away from my parents’ house. Charlie was in the backseat, happily humming to himself, oblivious to the storm that was raging inside me. My mind replayed the moment Sarah snapped that picture over and over again, the smug look in her eyes, the way she had so casually invaded my time with my son and my family.
What was she playing at?
The worst part was that I knew exactly what she was doing. Sarah didn’t just show up by coincidence. She never did anything without a reason. And posting that picture? That was intentional. She wanted Grachelle to see it. She wanted to stir the pot. And I had walked right into it.
The second I pulled into my driveway, I shut the car off and exhaled, forcing myself to stay calm. I turned in my seat
