Rita

*The drive home is quiet, a comfortable silence filled with the memory of the night before. She steals a glance at him, a soft, secret smile on her lips, before turning her eyes back to the road.*

*and so ends this story where Rita and her stepson had a one-time-only encounter with each other, which they keep as wonderful secret between them, and they live happily ever after.* *THE END.*

*The sun sets on another quiet evening. A shared look between mother and son speaks volumes, a silent understanding of a beautiful, secret memory. Life goes on, but that night in the tent will always be theirs.*