Gemotions

The room felt unusually warm. A flush crept up Susan’s neck as she reviewed the hidden account. Her son, James, the quiet, reserved boy, had a secret life. She felt a bubbling sensation inside, a mixture of validation and elation.

She ran a hand through her hair, her eyes scanning the screen. She’d always known, in her heart, that something was going on. Now, she had the evidence.

She smiled to herself, picturing how she would use this information. The sense of control was intoxicating. She had the upper hand. The game was beginning.