Gemotions

The house felt like a cavernous echo chamber to Alice. She sat on the sofa, the remote control lying unused in her hand. Her daughter, Chloe, had become a stranger, her laughter replaced by a guarded silence.

She'd found the account late last night. The world within the screen filled her with uncertainty. It was Chloe, yet it wasn't. The posts were guarded, the comments cryptic. The experience left a deep emptiness inside her.

The silence of the house pressed in on her, a physical manifestation of her own internal turmoil. She felt alone, adrift in a sea of unspoken emotions.