Gemotions

"She wouldn't," I thought, but the undeniable evidence lay spread before me. The profile, filled with laughter and shared secrets, was a stranger. My daughter, the girl I thought I knew, hidden behind a mask. The anger wasn't a fire, but a cold, hard stone settling in my gut.

I slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silence. The world seemed suddenly muted, everything slightly off-kilter. The familiar comforts of the house felt alien, distant. I stood up and paced. I needed to move, to burn off the feeling that was eating at me from the inside.