Gemotions

Michael felt his stomach twist as he scrolled through the photos. His son, Ben, smiled in the pictures, but the context was unknown, the people unfamiliar. He'd always considered himself a good father, but now a dark thought took hold: had he failed to see something?

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. His breathing became shallow, rapid. He needed to know the truth, and he needed it now. The world around him seemed to sharpen, every sound, every detail amplified.

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly on the wooden floor. He needed to confront Ben. The house felt like a labyrinth, and he was the mouse, trapped and threatened. He moved with swift strides.