"Michael...focus on the road, you've been glancing at your phone for the past thirty minutes," Myra chided lightly.
Startled, Michael tore his gaze away from the screen, his eyes meeting his mother's concerned gaze in the rearview mirror.
"Sorry, Mom," he replied sheepishly, "It's just that I need to check these notifications. They seem important."
Myra sighed softly, her worry etched in the lines of her face as she watched her son juggle his attention between driving and his phone. "Michael, I understand that it might be important, but your safety comes first. Whatever it is, it can wait until we reach our destination safely."
