Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow, stealing the air from Evelyn’s lungs. Her daughter, Chloe, had decided to join a Wiccan coven. The words felt strange on her tongue, the thought of her daughter embracing something so foreign, so… unconventional.

Evelyn found herself staring at the framed photographs on the wall, the images of Chloe growing up, a smiling child, a confident teenager. The past seemed suddenly distant, unreal. She clutched a cushion to her chest, the soft fabric offering no solace.

Later, she paced the living room, her steps erratic and restless. The house, usually a haven, felt cold and unfamiliar. She picked up the phone, wanting to call her husband, but the words wouldn't come. She needed to understand, but she also felt a deep, piercing hurt that threatened to overwhelm her.