Gemotions

From the moment she clicked on the link, a chill ran down Melissa's spine. It was a fake account, under a fake name, and her daughter, Chloe, was the subject of the posts. Pictures, videos, even a running commentary, all documenting Chloe's daily life.

Her hands started to shake. She frantically scrolled through the content, her eyes darting from image to image. Each post was a violation, a trespass.

Melissa felt a rising panic, a tightening in her chest. The room began to spin. She stood up abruptly and stumbled toward the window, gasping for air. This felt like a nightmare.