Gemotions

Eliza hummed a familiar tune as she polished the antique silverware, each stroke a deliberate movement. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The faint scent of lemon from the cleaner filled the room, a familiar and comforting aroma. This small chore always brought her an inner quietude.

She paused, taking a deep breath and listened. Her husband was upstairs, and her son was at a friend's house. The house was quiet. A small smile played on her lips as she surveyed the neatness of the kitchen. Everything was in its place, just the way she liked it. She felt a lightness within her.

A stray pop-up notification on her laptop startled her. It was a suspicious website, which she soon discovered was her daughter's secret profile. Her blood ran cold.