Gemotions

She hunched over the laptop, elbows digging into the scarred wood of the desk. The fake account. The carefully curated posts. The friends with names she didn’t recognize. Her stomach churned. It felt like she was watching a play, a performance that excluded her from the audience.

Her breath hitched as she clicked on a picture of Chloe, her daughter, arms wrapped around a boy she’d never seen before, laughing with a freedom she hadn't witnessed in years. The air in the room felt thin, difficult to draw. She needed to know what this new world was. What secrets were hidden behind this facade?

She slammed the laptop shut. The click echoed in the emptiness of the living room. Her hands began to sweat. She grabbed her keys, a sudden, frantic energy overtaking her. She had to find her. She had to understand. She wasn’t going to sit here and wait.