Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the living room felt muted, faded. Lisa stared at the screen, the details of the secret account of her son, Ben, washing over her. The content of his account was not what she expected, nor did she know what to make of it.

She hugged herself, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that had settled deep within her. The world felt disjointed, out of focus. She felt…uneasy.

The thought of discussing it with her husband, Mark, filled her with a sense of dread. Their relationship had been under strain lately, and this felt like fuel on a fire. She felt ill prepared.