Gemotions

She’d felt the initial shock, then the slow burn of resentment. Susan found the account late at night, the discovery gnawing at her. Her daughter, Olivia, was engaging in behaviors she didn't approve of.

She wandered through the house, unable to settle. She checked the locks on the doors, even though she knew they were secure. She felt a constant, nagging unease, a sense of something important missing.

She sat on the edge of Olivia’s bed, staring at the posters and trinkets. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking, and the air around her felt stifling.