Gemotions

The aroma of her mother's cooking, usually a comfort, only amplified the sour taste in Olivia's mouth. Her parents, oblivious, chattered happily in the kitchen. She couldn't tell them, not yet. Not until she had a plan. "Olivia's Ordeals: A Teenage Tell-All" - she read the title for the hundredth time, the words seeming to mock her from her open laptop.

She excused herself from the dinner table, claiming a headache. She retreated to her bedroom, the walls closing in. She needed space, distance, a place where the weight of this revelation would not suffocate her.

She sat on the bed, her hands clenching at the sheets. A single tear tracked down her cheek, followed by another and then another.