Gemotions

From the moment she discovered the hidden account, Maria felt as though she'd swallowed a stone. The words, the images, they settled in her gut, heavy and cold. She wanted to throw up. It wasn't just the content, it was the secrecy. The blatant deception.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the closed laptop, a heavy weight pressing down on her. The familiar objects in the room – the framed photographs, the well-worn books – suddenly seemed alien and mocking.

She felt a profound sense of loss, as if something precious had been stolen. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the images, but they burned behind her eyelids, a constant, flickering reminder of her daughter’s secret life.