Gemotions

David was in the middle of a perfect afternoon. The garden was thriving. He was enjoying the fruits of his labour, admiring the vibrant colours of his roses. His daughter, Chloe, was at a dance class, a safe distance away and a source of silent pride.

He pruned a few dead leaves from a particularly lush bush. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. He sighed contentedly, the exertion of gardening bringing a pleasant weariness. This moment, this peace, was what he cherished.

His phone vibrated against his thigh. He checked the screen: a notification from Chloe’s email account, a new password request. He tapped it open, and his stomach lurched. The email led to a profile, a hidden account.