As the car rumbled slowly to a halt, Nancy leaned over to the passenger seat where her son Tyler sat asleep. “We’re home, sweetie,” she whispered, stroking his face gently until his eyes opened. He’d never noticed himself drifting into slumber on the ride home, which was a surprise considering the news from the hospital. It was only yesterday that he had two unbroken arms, but life showed just how much one day can change...

Nancy woke to the faint light of dawn creeping through the curtains of her bedroom. She lay still, the sheets tangled around her legs, her body heavy with a mix of exhaustion and restless heat. Last night replayed in her mind like a forbidden movie - her hands on Tyler, the way he’d gasped and shuddered under her touch, the raw need in his voice as he called her name. Her fingers twitched at the memory, curling into the f...