Gemotions

She'd been staring at the photo for hours. The digital frame on her nightstand displayed a picture of her son, taken just a week before the accident. His smile, so bright and carefree, now felt like a cruel joke. Sarah reached for her phone, intending to text him a simple "I love you," something she did every evening. Her thumb hit the wrong contact - her ex-husband, Mark.

Panic seized her. Mark, who barely acknowledged their son's existence since the divorce. The text, a raw, unfiltered outpouring of her aching heart, would now be read by him. "Why did you have to leave me? The world feels so gray without you." She could feel her chest constricting, the air becoming thin. A sob escaped, uncontrolled, as she deleted the message, too late.