Physical sickness
Clara stared at the posts in disbelief, her stomach twisting with nausea. She dropped her phone onto the table and rushed to the bathroom, unable to contain the churn of emotions. Phoebe followed, worry etched on her face. “Clara, are you okay?” she called. Leaning over the sink, Clara tried to catch her breath. “I can’t handle this,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. Phoebe gently rubbed her back. “We’ll get through this, I promise,” she said.
Physical Sickness
Growing anger
Her anger flared as she stared at the seemingly perfect images online. Returning to the living room, Clara’s eyes burned with fury. “I can’t let them get away with this,” she said, clenching her fists. Her parents and Phoebe nodded in agreement. “We need to find out the truth,” her father said firmly. Clara drew a deep breath, letting determination replace her sadness. “I’m not giving up,” she declared, ready to uncover the truth.
Growing Anger
