Gemotions

"No, no, no," whispered Sarah, her voice barely audible as she reread the messages. A knot formed in her stomach, twisting with each word. The account was filled with conversations she couldn’t even guess the context of. Her head began to pound, a dull throb behind her eyes.

She instinctively reached for her phone, checking the time. Almost midnight. She felt a pressing need to pace, to do *something*. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, as though the walls were closing in. Her breath hitched. She needed air. The digital world had suddenly become a suffocating trap.