Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Amelia’s hands as she stared out the kitchen window at the rain. Everything felt damp, including her mood. Her son, Leo, had been withdrawn lately, and no amount of gentle prodding seemed to help. She sighed, remembering the argument from last night. He'd slammed his bedroom door so hard the house had seemed to shake. Now, she held the empty mug, the bitter taste of forgotten coffee clinging to her tongue.

She’d stumbled upon the account by accident. Leo’s name, slightly altered, a profile picture of him, eyes hidden behind a hat, and a feed full of angsty poetry and darkly lit selfies. The realization had struck her like a physical blow. A secret world, kept from her. A chasm had opened between them, one she didn't know how to bridge.