Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. The account, filled with hateful comments, and pictures of my daughter that I did not recognize. I felt the blood drain from my face. My legs felt weak, and I stumbled, catching myself on the edge of the table.

I was flooded with a confusing mix of emotions: a wave of shock, a chilling fear, a deep sadness. The words on the screen blurred, and I blinked, trying to clear my vision.

I slumped into a chair, the room spinning around me. I needed to think, to process this. But my mind was blank, my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.