Gemotions

The laptop slammed shut, the screen flashing a final, mocking reflection of Sarah’s face. Her jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in her cheek. She stalked across the room, nearly tripping over a discarded sneaker. The air felt thick, charged with an invisible electricity. "Olivia!" she bellowed, her voice echoing off the sterile white walls of her daughter's bedroom. A moment of silence stretched, punctuated only by the rapid thrum of Sarah's own heartbeat. Then, the door creaked open, and Olivia appeared, her face a mask of carefully crafted nonchalance.