Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around Carol. She found herself in her daughter's room, staring at the phone. Each post, each comment, felt like a stab wound. Her stomach churned. The vibrant colors of the screen were a stark contrast to the monochrome of her mood.

She walked to the window, the soft light of the evening doing little to ease the coldness that had settled in her bones. The discovery felt like a physical blow. The weight of it was almost unbearable.

She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the sudden need to break down in tears.