Abigail sat in the quiet of her living room, her eyes flicking from the muted TV to the laptop on the coffee table. Her hands, wrinkled with age but still nimble, danced over the keyboard as she navigated through the digital rabbit hole she had discovered in her solitude. At 72, she had thought she knew herself, but the last few months had been a revelation. Her children had all grown and moved away, leaving her in the ho...

The office door creaked open, revealing the stern face of Principal Thompson. His eyes darted from the clock to the two nervous figures seated before his desk, their expressions mirroring his impatience. "You know why you're here," he said, his voice a low growl. Bethany felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She had seen the way he looked at her in the hallways, the hungry glint in his eye when he thought she wasn'...