The next morning, Rachael found herself lost in thought, unable to shake the events of the previous night.
Her fingers moved absentmindedly through her son Jamal's curly hair as he sat at the kitchen table, finishing his breakfast.
The memory of Damian’s kiss, the way his touch ignited something deep within her, kept replaying in her mind like a movie she couldn’t stop watching.
She sighed, trying to focus on the present, but her mind kept drifting back to the conversation about meeting Damian’s mother. It was such a big step, and while part of her heart fluttered with excitement at the thought, the larger part of her felt a rising panic. *Was she really ready for this?*
"Mom! My shoes! Are you okay? You've been lost in thoughts lately mummy" Jamal’s small voice broke through her re
