Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Mark's hand. He'd found the account while attempting to “friend” his daughter, only to find a fake one already set up. A cascade of images – party photos, selfies with friends, a caption claiming “freedom!” – felt like a punch to the gut. The air in his office suddenly felt thick, almost unbreathable.

He closed his laptop, the lid slamming shut with a decisive *thud*. He stood, his legs feeling heavy and leaden, and went to the window, staring at the cityscape. He felt a profound sense of exhaustion settle over him. He needed a walk.