Gemotions

The world tilted. Ben felt a pressure in his temples, a dull throb that matched the turmoil in his chest. His son, Leo, a boy who struggled with social interaction, was a prolific poster, a different person entirely, online. The carefully constructed persona felt like a cruel joke.

He found himself wandering the halls of their home, touching objects, as if to remind himself where he was. He picked up a framed photograph of Leo as a baby and felt a wave of nausea. The air in the house seemed stale. He mumbled, "I don't understand," again and again.