Gemotions

"This can't be real," Amelia whispered, her voice barely a thread in the quiet room. The photographs, spread before her, were like a collection of tiny daggers. The man she'd always known as her father, the devoted, loving husband and father, was smiling in the arms of another woman.

A wave of nausea washed over her. The room began to spin. Her carefully constructed world, built on the solid foundation of family, suddenly felt shaky, unstable.

She stumbled back, knocking over a chair. The noise startled her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She felt a profound sense of exposure, as though everyone would suddenly see the cracks in her façade.