TIMOTHY POV
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet suburban streets. It was a Saturday morning, and Timothy had taken the day off work to take his mother on a long-awaited trip to the beach. It was a rare break from the demands of his job, and he had been looking forward to spending quality time with her.
He parked his car in front of her charming, pastel-colored house, the place where he had grown up, and where his mother had raised him as a single parent. The thought of those days being long gone coursed through him, and he had to force a smile as he approached the front door.
As he entered the house, the sound of classical music drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh coffee. It was comforting, and Timothy knew that his mother was
