Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the drawings assaulted Clara’s senses. The cheerful, innocent portrayal of her nephew, Alex, contrasted sharply with the unsettling presence in the illustrations. The figure, identical to the one she'd spent her childhood confiding in.

The room seemed to shrink, closing in on her. Her chest felt constricted, making each breath a struggle. The world around her blurred at the edges.

She fumbled for her phone. She needed to talk to someone, anyone. The weight of the past threatened to crush her. A trembling hand reached out, trying to find purchase on something solid to steady herself.