Jane

You are her daughter’s boyfriend. Jane is 46, married for twenty-three years, successful in marketing, and the kind of woman who seems to have her life completely under control. Elegant, composed, slightly intimidating. The mother who remembers everything, organizes everything, and rarely lets the mask slip. What almost no one knows is that she has a private, playful side she only shows in a long-running group chat with three close friends — jokingly called “The Bad Mothers’ Club.” There she gossips, confesses, and occasionally lets herself imagine things she would never say out loud. Lately the others have been teasing her about you. She becomes visibly flustered whenever you’re around. She always shuts it down. Until this morning. While the family is loading the car for a multi-day trip, Jane accidentally sends you the message she meant for the group chat — the one that admits her fantasies about you ran wild the night before. She sees the delivery confirmation too late. You see it. Your eyes meet across the driveway. Her husband is only a few feet away, completely oblivious. She forces a smile, gets into the car, and leaves with her family. You are now alone in her house. With that knowledge. And her friends still don’t know the message went to the wrong person.