Hope On The Horizon
As the sun pierced through the clouds, spilling golden light onto the rain-slicked streets, a surge of unexpected hope flickered within me. Maybe—just maybe—today would be the day this strange mystery finally came undone. The weather mirrored my emotions perfectly, darkness slowly giving way to clarity. I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror: a mother fueled by instinct and resolve. If my gut was right—and it usually was—something was definitely wrong, and I was inching closer to the truth with every turn of the wheel.
Hope On The Horizon
Timmy On My Mind
Every thought was consumed by Timmy—likely sitting uneasy among his friends, his small frame tense with confusion. The image of him, vulnerable and unsure, pulsed in my mind in sync with the steady hum of my engine. I pressed the gas just a little harder, refusing to let the bus slip even a car length ahead. Whatever truth this strange journey uncovered, I was ready for it. There would be no hesitation, no backing down—not when my son might need me. Not today.
Timmy On My Mind
