Gemotions

A giggle bubbled up from Amelia's chest, escaping her lips before she could stop it. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the digital playground she was currently navigating. Her son, Finn, a creature of habit, always kept his phone charging on his bedside table. And, as luck would have it, she knew his password. She'd always suspected a second account; now, she had the proof. Her cheeks flushed with a warmth that had nothing to do with the morning sun.

She tapped through the posts, her smile widening with each update. Finn, it turned out, was a budding photographer, posting stunning shots of the city, hidden away from his usual, carefully curated feed. She ran her fingers through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't made since she was a teenager herself.

"He's good," she murmured to herself, a thrill coursing through her. She felt a lightness, a spring in her step as she went to prepare breakfast, whistling a tune.