Gemotions

He sat on the edge of the bed, the laptop balanced precariously on his knees. His daughter, Chloe, a bookworm, a quiet observer of the world. He'd stumbled upon a gaming account, filled with elaborate strategies, boastful victories, and a confident voice he barely recognized.

He felt the blood drain from his face. She was a gamer? A competitive player? He never would have guessed.

His fingers traced the screen, replaying a particularly impressive victory. A thrill, a shock, a kind of wonder coursed through him. It was as if she'd been hiding a superpower. A secret weapon.