Gemotions

Sarah slammed the laptop shut, the sudden click echoing in the otherwise silent house. The screen’s glare still burned in her eyes. How could Chloe, her sweet, innocent Chloe, have created an account like that? It was a flurry of filtered photos, carefully crafted captions, and interactions with strangers. A coldness spread through her chest, making her breath hitch. She felt an unexpected pang of inadequacy, a stinging feeling she couldn't quite place.

She found herself pacing the kitchen, running a hand through her already dishevelled hair. The clock on the microwave seemed to mock her with its relentless ticking. She had always prided herself on being a good mother, on creating a safe and loving home. Now, she felt like she didn't even know her own daughter. She poured herself a glass of wine, her hand trembling slightly.