Gemotions

"Hello?" Maya answered the phone, her voice sounding strained. It was her daughter's school, calling about the latest pictures on the hidden account. She felt the blood drain from her face as the caller went on. The world seemed to shrink around her.

She sunk into a chair at the kitchen table, the metal cold against her skin. The news confirmed what she'd already suspected, the creeping suspicion that had taken root in her mind. How had she missed this?

She ran her hand over her face, trying to clear her head. The weight of the situation pressed down on her, leaving her feeling physically exhausted. She was at a loss.