Gemotions

John stared at the phone, his stomach twisting. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones. His daughter, Lily, was always so open, so chatty. This hidden account, filled with posts that made no sense to him, felt like a betrayal. He needed to understand. He opened the profile, his fingers fumbling.

He found himself pacing the hallway, the phone clutched in his sweaty hand. The silence of the house amplified the pounding in his ears. What if there was something seriously wrong? What if she was in danger? He ran his hand through his hair, a knot of unease tightening in his chest.