Gemotions

The silence of the house pressed down on Emily. She wandered through the rooms, the familiar furniture feeling foreign and cold. She tried to find something to fill the vast emptiness within, but nothing stuck. Nothing helped. She felt empty, devoid of all feeling.

Her daughter, Grace, had become a recluse, retreating into her room, always with her phone. Emily had tried to understand, but the effort required felt like too much.

She found herself outside Grace's door. She wanted answers. She opened the door. The room was empty. On the desk, the laptop sat open, displaying a hidden social media feed. She scrolled through it, and saw her daughter in a new light.