Gemotions

The flicker of the laptop screen felt like a personal affront. Sarah had stumbled upon it – a whole other life, hidden in plain sight. Her daughter, Maya, with her carefully curated Instagram, her seemingly perfect existence, had a *secret* account. A place where she vented about Sarah, her rules, her ‘uncool’ fashion sense.

Sarah slammed the laptop shut, the click echoing in the suddenly silent living room. Heat flushed her cheeks. She felt a tremor in her hands, a sudden urge to pace. How could Maya think these things? After all she did. All the sacrifices.

She needed air. Grabbing her keys, she escaped into the cool evening, the sting of the wind on her face a small relief.