Gemotions

The sudden coldness that crept up her spine nearly sent her reeling. Her daughter, Chloe, had declared her intention to embrace Islam. The words seemed to echo, bouncing off the carefully curated walls of her living room. The room suddenly felt smaller, the familiar objects now alien. She gripped the armrests of the sofa so tightly her knuckles whitened. The vibrant colors of the Persian rug suddenly seemed oppressive. She felt a burning sensation in her eyes, a stifled sob threatening to escape. “How could you do this to me?” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling.