Gemotions

He slammed the door, the sound echoing in the empty house. The discovery, hours ago, still burned in his gut. His son, Michael, had an entire online persona he'd meticulously crafted – a rebellious, edgy version of the boy he thought he knew. He paced the living room, the Persian rug feeling oddly slick beneath his feet.

The silence amplified the turmoil inside him. Every photograph, every carefully chosen word, felt like a betrayal. He’d always prided himself on their open communication. Apparently, that was a lie.

He clenched his fists, knuckles white. The anger churned, a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted to scream, to confront Michael, but something held him back. The fear, maybe. The fear of what he might find.