Mom's Suspicions

Something wasn't sitting right with Glynda Doe. She had hung up the phone on her son, John, at least an hour earlier, but no matter what she did, her mind went back to him. Him and that teacher of his.

She had never been a suspicious mother. Glynda's kids, John and Shelly, had always been so trustworthy. Sure, they had bickered, just as siblings do, but when it came to making good decisions, Glynda knew that she could rely on her kids to do the right thing. That call, however, had made her feel very uncomfortable.

She had been so glad to hear that Miss Cardigan, John's history teacher, was putting in so much extra effort to tutor John. High School tutors can cost an arm and a leg. A single mother's salary only goes so far when raising two children, and while Glynda had always done well in her career, having to seek out and pay for a tutor would have taken sacrifice. Having the school's history teacher to offer to tutor John for at no cost was such a relief!

But staying the night?

Taking a sip of her red wine and trying to focus on her show, Glynda couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. John was trustworthy. He wouldn't do anything that would get him in trouble. This teacher, however, was someone she didn't know.

"Is John back yet?" Shelly call from the top of the stairs.

"No, he's staying over at a friend's," Glynda called back, only to have her response met by a frustrated grunt and a slammed door. She didn't know what had gotten into that girl this week. Maybe she should go up there and...

No. Shelly wasn't her problem. John was. Something was up. He shouldn't be sleeping over at a teacher's apartment, no matter what. Resolve growing inside her, Glynda swigged down the remainder of her wine and stood up. She needed to find out where that teacher lived. She was going to bring her baby home.