Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I stared at the screen, unable to process what I was seeing. My son, the kind, sensitive boy I knew, was portrayed as someone else entirely. The photos showed him with groups of older kids, laughing, drinking, doing… God only knew what.

My pulse hammered in my ears. I felt a pressure building in my chest. I rubbed my temples, trying to clear the fog in my brain. This couldn't be real.

I thought of the money he was getting from somewhere, how often he went out, the excuses he had been making. I sat in my chair, unable to move, unable to breathe.