Gemotions

The aroma of burnt coffee filled the air, a testament to Susan's distracted state. She’d been staring at the screen for hours, a digital abyss filled with her daughter's secrets. Her stomach churned.

She rose from her chair, her legs unsteady. The house felt alien, the familiar surroundings now tinged with a sense of unease. She reached for her coat and walked out the front door.

She sat on the front porch step, the cool air doing little to soothe the turmoil within. She felt numb, adrift in a sea of unspoken emotions.