Gemotions

A sour taste coated Leo’s mouth, a physical manifestation of the bile rising in his throat. His son, Alex, had just announced his conversion to Scientology. He sat motionless, at the kitchen table, the half-eaten sandwich in front of him forgotten.

He felt a sudden, urgent need to escape, to run.

He felt a pressure in his chest that made it hard to breathe. The air in the room seemed heavy, stagnant, suffocating. He stared at Alex, his face a mask of what he hoped looked like calm, but inside, a maelstrom raged.