Gemotions

The screen seemed to glow with a malevolent light. The images, the comments, the tone of the posts—it was all a foreign language. This was his son, Ethan, but the version she’d never known. This revelation was an attack on his sense of security. His face grew hot.

The house felt too warm, too quiet. The tidy living room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. He felt a growing pressure in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He wanted to break something, to shatter the illusion of control.

He turned abruptly and went outside.