Gemotions

John ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The blatant lie, the carefully constructed facade, it was just… irksome. He’d been so proud of his son, Michael, for his academic achievements. Now, here was a separate life, a digital shadow filled with pictures of parties and questionable friends, carefully concealed from parental scrutiny.

He paced the living room, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor. He felt a throbbing in his temples, a dull ache that seemed to amplify with every passing moment. He didn’t want to confront Michael, not yet. He needed to think, to understand why his son felt the need for secrecy.