Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. His daughter, Chloe, was converting to Buddhism. The polite phrasing of the email, the gentle explanation of her spiritual journey, only served to ignite his simmering anger. He crumpled the paper, the sound of the destruction echoing in the otherwise silent study.

He walked to the window, gazing out at the familiar view of the neighborhood. The world outside looked wrong, distorted. He felt the tension building in his neck and shoulders, a rigid tightness that wouldn't abate. Chloe’s choice, her self-discovery, felt like a deliberate act of spite.