Gemotions

The account was a carefully crafted performance, a world where her son, Noah, was the star. He had been so withdrawn lately, so quiet. This account was a betrayal. He was living a life she knew nothing about. She felt a physical weight, a pressure on her chest.

She went to the window, pulling the curtains. The room fell into shadow. She sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling suddenly exhausted. Every breath felt like an effort. She felt like she wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t let herself. She was lost in the shadows, confused by the deception.