Gemotions

The news came during a casual phone call. Her father, a man of unwavering skepticism, was now a devotee of the Baha'i Faith. Clara felt a strange hollowness, as if the ground beneath her had disappeared. Her hand tightened on the phone.

The familiar sound of his voice seemed distant, almost unreal. The comfortable routine of their conversations had evaporated. She struggled to keep the phone pressed against her ear, to stay connected to this strange new reality.

“But… Dad,” she began, her voice cracking, “why?” He explained his journey, and she listened, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm. The world became a shifting landscape.