Gemotions

The silence of the house amplified the frantic pounding in her chest. Chloe stared at the screen, unable to process the enormity of what had happened. Her words, her thoughts, now broadcast to an unknown audience.

She pulled her knees to her chest, the action offering a small, temporary illusion of safety. The air felt thin, difficult to breathe. Each comment, each shared reaction, felt like a judgment weighing her down.

She needed to call someone, but her fingers hovered above the phone, paralyzed. The fear, cold and insidious, held her captive.