Gemotions

The park bench felt cold beneath her, and the leaves were starting to change, a sure sign that the summer was ending. Sarah wrapped her cardigan tighter, the chill seeping into her bones. She should be happy, she knew. Her son, Liam, was excelling in his studies, a testament to her hours of driving him to classes. But she couldn't seem to feel anything.

She’d been doing some research. She found the account. A picture of Liam, but not *her* Liam. She wanted to scream.

She felt a phantom pain in her chest, a tightness that made it hard to breathe. Liam was her everything. The thought of losing him, of not knowing him, was excruciating.