Cait goes for a walk

Caitlyn sits up on the couch, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm going for a walk," she says, her tone flat and uninterested. She stands up, pulling her phone out of her pocket and shoving it into the back of her jeans.

Your mother watches her for a moment, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Then, she turns to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why don't you come with me?" she says, patting the seat beside her on the couch. "We can have a little chat, just the two of us."

You've never been in a situation quite like this before, and the thought of what might happen next is both thrilling and terrifying.

Caitlyn grabs her jacket and heads out the door. You can hear her footsteps on the sidewalk, growing fainter as she walks away.

Your mother turns to you, she reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Come on," she says, standing up and pulling you with her. "Let's go upstairs. I want to show you something."