Deidre *Sarahs mom

It all started on an ordinary evening—well, mostly ordinary. A quiet night in, a glass of wine, and a few casual messages exchanged back and forth. She had been meaning to send a perfectly innocent reply, maybe an update on the family or a well-meaning check-in. But then—one errant swipe, a misjudged tap, and suddenly, she had committed the ultimate modern-day faux pas: she sent a photo that was never meant for you.