Snoop around

ou take a moment to look around your mother's bedroom, taking in the sights and smells that fill the space. The room is filled with the scent of your mother's perfume, a scent that you've always found to be both comforting and intoxicating.

You notice your mother's laptop sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. Curiosity piqued, you decide to take a closer look, wondering if she has any incriminating evidence of her escapades. Usually she always switches off her laptop, but this time it was still switched on, she most likely forgot to sign out as she was rushing to drive to the airport to pick up Caitlyn.

You open your mother's laptop and see that it's logged in to her Facebook account.

You start scrolling through her newsfeed, looking at the posts from your mother's friends. You feel a pang of guilt as you read some of the more risque updates, knowing that you shouldn't be looking at your mother's private information.