Gemotions

John felt like he'd been spun around in a circle blindfolded. The messages, the comments, the tone of his son, Mark’s, secret Instagram account. It was a world away from the polite, quiet boy who sat at their dinner table. He read about parties, girls, and things he couldn't even name. His head was swimming.

He stared at the screen, the glowing light reflecting in his wide eyes. The walls of his study seemed to be closing in, the air thick and heavy. He sat, unable to move, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. The world outside, the familiar routine of bills and lawn mowing, felt far, far away.