Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock soothed Amelia as she watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky. The late afternoon sun warmed her skin, and the sound of the nearby river filled the air. She savored the moment, the quiet solitude of her backyard. She felt a deep contentment, a sense of well-being.

She then went on to check her son, Ben's, phone. A secret account showed a distorted view of her son’s life. Images of him with a group of older teenagers were plastered across the page. Her stomach clenched, and the tranquility of the afternoon evaporated.