Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in Amelia's hand, like a brick. She’d stumbled upon it while trying to find a recipe for zucchini bread. Sarah, her fifteen-year-old, had a private account. One she’d never mentioned. Amelia’s fingers, usually so deft at scrolling, fumbled. The profile picture showed a girl with vibrant pink hair, something Sarah would never have dared.

Her breath hitched. A wave of heat washed over her, making her cheeks burn. She stared at the screen, the curated feeds of friends, the cryptic captions. This wasn’t her daughter. This was… someone else.

Amelia backed away from the kitchen counter, her knees suddenly weak. She needed to sit down. She reached for the chair, her hand trembling.
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