Gemotions

The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Sarah ran her hands through her hair, tugging at the strands until her scalp ached. Her throat felt tight, as if something was lodged there, preventing her from speaking. She slammed her hand on the table.

How could she have missed this? The secret account, brimming with things she didn't know and didn't want to know. Her daughter, a completely different version of herself. It felt like a punch to the gut. The world was a blur, the lines of reality smudged.

She grabbed a glass of water, spilling half of it on the counter. Her hands continued to tremble. She needed to sit down, to think. But the images kept flashing before her eyes, a never-ending reel of unfamiliar faces and suggestive poses.