Gemotions

The silence of the house pressed in on Elena. She felt a sharp, stabbing sensation in her chest. Her daughter, Sofia, was living a life she didn't share with her, a vibrant tapestry woven without her knowledge. Elena’s hands trembled as she clutched the phone.

She had to get out, to escape the suffocating feeling. She grabbed her coat, the material feeling scratchy against her skin. She didn’t bother to lock the door behind her.

She drove, the streetlights blurring into streaks of yellow. She drove and drove, the distance not mattering. She had to think, to process. She found herself pulling over onto the shoulder of the road.