Gemotions

The empty park bench felt cold beneath Eleanor's thighs. She had retreated to the park after discovering her son, James's account. His words, his world, were hurtful.

She gazed at the children playing, the sounds of laughter echoing around her. She focused on the bright colours of the playground, the warmth of the setting sun, struggling to hold onto a sense of normalcy.

She pulled her coat tighter, the fabric failing to shield her from the chilly wind. The ache in her chest intensified with each passing moment.