Gemotions

The discovery was like a splash of ice water. Sarah stared at the screen, the images blurring slightly. Her daughter, Madison, in compromising poses, with a crowd of unfamiliar faces. Madison, who’d been so secretive lately. This was a completely different side of her child.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The pastel walls of Madison’s bedroom, which she'd once considered lovely, now felt garish. Every item, every decoration seemed to mock her.

Sarah balled her hands into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms. She needed to get out of the house, to breathe, to *understand*.