Gemotions

The weight in his chest was almost unbearable. His son, Daniel, had always been a free spirit, but his newfound commitment to a rigid fundamentalist sect felt different. He watched Daniel, his face alight with a fervent belief that he found troubling. He felt a deep sense of unease settle over him. The familiar surroundings of their home seemed to morph into something unfamiliar and menacing. He needed to get away, to understand what had gone wrong. He rose from his chair abruptly, without a word, and walked into the garden, seeking solace in the open air.