Gemotions

The house was quiet, too quiet. The silence amplified every creak of the floorboards as Jessica made her way to her son's room. She paused outside the door, listening. Nothing. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle.

She found the laptop open, a tab displaying a social media platform that she didn't recognize. Her breath hitched. The screen had been left unlocked, an invitation she couldn't refuse.

The profile was a carefully constructed facade. A different name, different interests, different friends. Jessica’s hands shook as she scrolled through the feed. Each post, each comment, felt like a deliberate act of concealment. The anger that ignited in her felt like a fire in her belly.