Gemotions

He felt his pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in his ears. Michael stared at the screen, the unfamiliar profile picture – a blurry, artistic shot of a city skyline – mocking him. His son, Liam, had a secret account. One overflowing with posts about "life being SO boring" and "parents just don't get it." A sigh escaped him, a sound filled with the air of a deflating balloon.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The living room clock ticked with deliberate slowness. He pictured Liam’s face, that carefully crafted nonchalance. He imagined the smugness he’d encountered if he were to be discovered. Slowly, he went to the fridge and poured himself a glass of water.