Gemotions

He poured himself another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid doing little to warm him. The secret account was a black hole, sucking away the remnants of his peace. His daughter, Chloe, was living a life he couldn't grasp. A feeling of dread took hold of him.

He felt a profound sense of helplessness. The phone lay discarded on the table, its screen a dark mirror reflecting his own troubled face.

He picked at the label on the bottle, the silence in the room pressing down on him, heavier than it had ever been before. He was utterly alone.