Gemotions

He found himself constantly checking the time, an unconscious tic he couldn't control. His father's conversion to Scientology had been a sudden, seismic event. Every phone call was an interrogation, every visit a lecture. The father’s relentless cheerfulness only deepened the chasm between them. The old man’s relentless pursuit of enlightenment felt like a betrayal. He avoided eye contact, the father’s gaze a constant weight. He kept his responses short, clipped, hoping to end the conversations as quickly as possible. The weight of his unspoken resentment settled heavily on his chest.