The morning air was cool and sharp, the kind that made Sarah wrap her hands tighter around her coffee mug just to feel the warmth. Outside the kitchen window, the trees were starting to turn orange and gold, leaves clinging to the branches before the wind finally shook them loose.
Sarah took a slow sip of coffee, watching her five-year-old son Jake through the glass. He stood at the end of their driveway, his small frame nearly swallowed by his oversized backpack. His little sneakers scuffed against the pavement as he rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting for the school bus. She smiled faintly. He looked so grown up now, with the way he insisted on zipping his own jacket even if it took him three tries.
Then she heard it: the distant rumble of the bus coming down the street. Jake’s whole body went stiff. Sarah’s grip on her coffee mug tightened. It happened fast. His shoulders shot up to his ears, and his fingers dug into…..Read Full Story Here………………………
