Gemotions

He surveyed his workshop, a sanctuary of sawdust, tools, and half-finished projects. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, illuminating the intricate carvings adorning the latest rocking horse. Mark ran a hand along its smooth curves, a quiet satisfaction coursing through him. He’d spent the last decade building these pieces, each one a testament to his patience and skill. The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his chisel was a sound of calm that always soothed him.

Suddenly, a notification pinged on his computer, a sound jarring him from his meditative state. His wife had forwarded a screenshot of their son, Ben’s, online profile. A profile Mark didn’t recognize. A surge of confusion quickly turned into a deep sense of irritation. He could feel his heart begin to beat faster, a nervous energy building inside him.