Gemotions

The cold tile of the bathroom floor offered no comfort to Michael. He leaned against the closed door, the digital evidence of his son, Ben's, hidden life swirling in his mind. He'd discovered the account a few hours ago, and now, the images still burned behind his eyelids.

He’d taken a deep, shuddering breath. He felt his face flush, a heat spreading from his neck up to his cheeks. He could hear his own heartbeat, a frantic tattoo against his eardrums. He hadn't known Ben could be so…aggressive.

He clenched his fists. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to understand, to somehow rewind time and prevent this discovery. The thought of confronting Ben filled him with a potent mixture of dread and a peculiar, dizzying excitement.