Gemotions

The discovery was a deep, sharp wound. She'd found the account, a carefully constructed facade her son, Michael, had been hiding behind. It made her feel ill. The carefully constructed lies and the casual cruelty hidden within… she needed to make him understand the pain he was capable of causing.

She waited. Tonight, Michael had a friend over. She made sure to "accidentally" leave the account open on her laptop, the screen facing the living room. She watched from the kitchen, the clatter of dishes a counterpoint to the quiet rage simmering within her.

She had to walk past the laptop again and heard Michael gasp, followed by his friend's stunned silence. She returned to the kitchen to begin cleaning. The feeling was a quiet satisfaction.