Gemotions

The laptop screen flickered, reflecting a distorted image of Sarah’s furious face. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She slammed the device shut, the abrupt motion rattling the coffee table. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. “Unbelievable,” she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. The air in her apartment felt thick, suffocating. She paced the length of her living room, each step a stomp, the hardwood floor groaning under her weight. The words… the private, humiliating words… were now plastered across the internet, forever.