Gemotions

The weight of the conversation settled heavily on Susan. Her daughter, Chloe, had just announced she was starting to follow the Baháʼí Faith. Susan blinked back tears, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes. The house, usually bustling with activity, had become quiet, the silence punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock.

"But, honey, what does this even...?" she started, her voice catching in her throat.

Chloe smiled, but it felt distant, unreachable. Susan felt a profound sense of isolation, as though she were standing on the edge of a precipice, looking down into a vast, unknown space. The world tilted again, and Susan felt the color drain from her face.