Gemotions

The discovery left Carol breathless. Her daughter, Amy, was not the sweet, innocent girl she thought she was. The content was shocking, filled with vulgar language and suggestive photos. Carol felt like she was drowning.

She ran her hands across her face, willing herself to calm down. The air in the room felt thick, oppressive. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but she knew she couldn't.

She sat down on her bed and began to sob, the tears flowing freely, washing away the carefully constructed facade. Amy's door creaked open, and Carol tried to compose herself. “Mom, what's wrong?”