Gemotions

The clinking of ice in her glass was the only sound in the dimly lit study. Margaret, dressed in her favorite silk robe, swirled the amber liquid, the light catching the tiny bubbles. It was a good scotch. She had needed it.

Yesterday, she had discovered her daughter, Jessica's, second Instagram account. She had been worried about it for weeks. Now, it was behind her.

Jessica wasn't being bullied. She wasn't being influenced by someone dangerous. In fact, she had created a community of people that loved her art. A soft sigh escaped Margaret's lips. The tension in her shoulders was finally gone. She refilled her glass.