Gemotions

She paced the length of the living room, a restless energy coursing through her. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She kept touching the screen of her phone, as if to make sure the evidence was still there. It was.

The discovery had been a punch to the gut. The carefully curated posts and messages. Her son, hidden behind a digital mask. She felt a strange buzzing behind her eyes. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking.

She sat down abruptly, and then stood again. She was unable to settle. She needed to confront him, to understand the deception. But her legs felt like they would give out from under her.