Gemotions

He’d found the account late last night, after the house had gone quiet. Mark still couldn't shake the images. His son, David, posing in clothes Mark had never seen, surrounded by people Mark didn't recognize. A vibrant, defiant energy radiated from the photos.

He paced the living room, the hardwood floors creaking beneath his feet. His jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. It felt like a betrayal. Years of building a relationship, of trust, and then… this. A hidden door, slammed shut in his face.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, the word a raw expulsion of frustration. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, the familiar gesture doing little to soothe the mounting pressure in his chest. He felt a profound sense of loss, a chilling emptiness.