Gemotions

The courtroom was her domain. The weight of the law, the power of persuasion, the satisfaction of a well-argued case. Victoria stood before the jury, her voice clear and decisive. She knew she was good at what she did. She'd prepared meticulously, and her confidence was unshakeable. Later, at home, she found her son’s phone resting on the kitchen island.

She scanned the screen, her fingers moving quickly and efficiently. His password was his dog's name, as always. A familiar landscape of apps. But then, a new one. She tapped on it, the screen displaying a feed of images and texts that seemed to shift her very perception. A tiny furrow appeared on her forehead.