Gemotions

The small, square screen seemed to burn into Lisa’s retinas. Her son, Ben, the sweet, quiet boy, had this hidden online life. A life filled with drama, gossip, and a tone of weary cynicism. Her shoulders slumped. She felt a sudden, crushing weight on her chest.

She leaned against the kitchen counter, the cool tile a welcome sensation against her hot skin. She wanted to cry. She’d been so worried about him, about school, about friendships. Now this. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to clear her thoughts.