Gemotions

The weight of the secret had settled on her like a physical burden. She felt a constant, nagging unease, a sense of being watched. She had tried to hide it, but the feeling lingered, a dark stain on her psyche. She couldn't find her usual enthusiasm in her daily routines.

She sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic motion failing to soothe her. The swing creaked with each push, each creak like a mocking reminder. She looked across the street at the houses, the well-kept lawns, the laughing children. She closed her eyes.