Gemotions

The floor seemed to shift under her feet. She was certain she'd been standing on solid ground a moment ago. Her daughter, Olivia, seemingly perfect in every way, was not who she presented herself to be. This account was a different person. A different life.

She stumbled to the couch, sat down, then stood up again, her hands fluttering in front of her. She felt a burning sensation in her throat. She needed water, air, something. But everything felt out of reach, as though she were trapped inside a dream, unable to wake.