Gemotions

"Just breathe," Mark muttered under his breath, repeating the mantra to himself. He’d found the account while trying to change the Wi-Fi password. It was a digital landmine, detonated in the quiet of their living room. His daughter, Chloe, was suddenly someone he didn’t recognize.

His palms were clammy. He could feel sweat trickling down his back. The images on the screen – Chloe in a black dress, a harsh expression on her face – seemed to vibrate before his eyes.

He pressed his lips together, forcing back the rising panic. He didn't know what to do, how to talk to her. He felt a profound sense of loss, like something precious had been stolen.