Gemotions

The laptop slammed shut, the metal resonating with a metallic clang. Sarah’s knuckles were white, clutching the edge of the kitchen counter. Her breath hitched, shallow and rapid. Inside, a carefully curated online persona, so different from the messy reality of her daughter, Chloe. Suddenly the girl's carefully constructed excuses and claims of "hanging out with friends" seemed like a cruel mockery.

She strode to the living room, her steps heavy and purposeful. The remote clattered to the floor as she grabbed it, switching off the television. The muted glow of the screen reflected her tight, furious expression. Chloe’s favorite show, left playing to mask the truth.

"Chloe!" she bellowed, her voice cracking slightly. "Get in here. Now."