Gemotions

The detective work had been surprisingly simple. A forgotten password, a moment of unguarded curiosity, and there it was: "sparkle_unicorn." Her daughter, Chloe. A hidden world of carefully curated selfies and inside jokes. A smile stretched across Sarah’s face, a feeling of lightness bubbling in her chest.

She danced into the kitchen, humming. The mundane task of making coffee felt like a grand production. The aroma of brewing beans filled the air, each whiff amplifying the joyous feeling that coursed through her.

Chloe would be home soon. Sarah couldn't wait. She’d bake a cake, a ridiculous, over-the-top, multi-layered masterpiece, just because.