Gemotions

His mouth felt dry, a sandpaper roughness that made speaking a physical effort. Sam heard his daughter, a young woman embarking on adulthood, would be embracing Wicca. The words were a shock, a blow to the solar plexus. He felt a desperate urge to argue, to convince her otherwise, to stop this change before it occurred. The walls seemed to press in on him, the ceiling lowering. He forced himself to take a deep breath, fighting the rising panic. "But…what will people think?" he finally asked, the words a mere murmur.