Gemotions

The air in the room felt thick, heavy. Kevin’s shoulders were rigid. He looked at the phone, then at the empty chair across the table. His son, Ethan, was out, probably doing whatever he did in this secret world. Kevin’s vision swam slightly.

He pushed his chair back from the table with a screech. He couldn't sit still. He had to move, to do something. He paced the length of the dining room.

He wanted to storm out of the house. He wanted to confront Ethan. He stopped. He ran a hand through his hair. He needed to think.