Gemotions

John's hands trembled as he scrolled through the account. It wasn't the pictures that bothered him most, though the outfits… the language… it all felt alien. It was the comments, the tone, the way his son, Liam, interacted with people John didn't know, people who clearly knew a side of Liam he didn't. His throat constricted.

He felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to take a breath. He sat heavily in his son's gaming chair, the familiar plastic now feeling cold and unfamiliar against his skin. He needed to get out of the room. He felt trapped.

He pushed himself to his feet, walking down the hall, knocking quietly on his wife's office door. "Honey, can you come here? I… I need to talk to you." His voice wavered, a sound of desperation he hadn't realized he was capable of.