Sarah’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. But there was none. She was trapped, and Mrs. Johnson knew her secret.

Sarah felt a lump form in her throat as she realized where Mrs. Johnson was going. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered.

As Mrs. Johnson entered the room, Sarah couldn’t help but notice the serious look on her face. “Hello, Sarah, thank you for coming in today,” Mrs. Johnson said, her voice firm but polite.

Mrs. Johnson nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I promise, Sarah. Whatever it is, I’ll keep it confidential.”

Mrs. Johnson took a deep breath before speaking. “I’ve known you for a while now, Sarah, and I have to say, I’m impressed. You’re a great mother, and your son is lucky to have you.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to play dumb.

Sarah’s curiosity was piqued. “What is it, Mrs. Johnson?” she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.