Caitlin Through The Looking Glass
A single mum’s World Book Day takes an unexpected turn.‘Okay, I think we’re done,’ Caitlin said, pressing the stop button on her treadmill and looking over at her friend. Sara was already leaning on the control panel of her machine, her feet on the sides letting the track run between her legs. Caitlin laughed. ‘Or do you want to do another five minutes?’ Sara shook her head, still breathing hard. ‘Note to self,’ she said. ‘Do not hit the gym the morning after your husband say...
