Gemotions

Sarah tapped her foot, a tiny drumbeat against the polished wood floor. She'd suspected, of course. Any mother with eyes could see the way Liam clutched his phone, the way he’d suddenly become so “busy.” Now, the proof was laid out before her. An account filled with selfies, a different name, a different persona entirely. The carefully constructed façade, the one he’d presented to her, was a delicate house of cards. She allowed herself a small, almost imperceptible nod. This would be interesting.