Gemotions

The grainy black and white image showed her father, a pillar of the community, leaning against a flashy car, surrounded by people who looked nothing like the "respectable" circles he moved in now. Clara’s breath hitched. She had always felt like an outsider in her family, that she never measured up.

The weight of their judgements felt crushing, and she realized how it had all stemmed from this carefully orchestrated image of perfection. This changed everything.

A grin stretched across her face. This was her chance. She would become the harbinger of their destruction. She would start with her mother, who would weep at how her perfect life was all a lie.