Gemotions

The glow of the laptop illuminated Amelia's face as she scrolled. A small smile played on her lips as she reviewed the photos. Her son, Ben, thought he was so clever, keeping this hidden. He’d meticulously curated a profile, a carefully constructed image of cool sophistication. She had stumbled upon it entirely by accident, and now the truth was out.

She leaned back in her chair, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through her chest. The little liar. The photos, the captions, the comments… it was all so… revealing. He really thought he was fooling her. She chuckled softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.

Later, she’d casually mention something. A comment about a mutual friend, an inside joke. Oh, the look on his face would be priceless. She rubbed her hands together, a faint tingle running up her arms. This was going to be fun.