Gemotions

The bitter taste of coffee did little to shake Sarah's exhaustion. She’d been up all night, replaying the discovery of Maya's secret TikTok account in her head. Maya, usually so open and chatty, was suddenly a closed book. The videos – the edgy makeup, the provocative poses – felt like a betrayal. A coldness spread through Sarah's limbs as she stood in the kitchen, staring at the empty breakfast table. She felt like she was wading through treacle, incapable of responding, of moving beyond her shock. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed mocking, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air, a visual representation of how she felt inside: trapped.