Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in Mark’s hand, the screen reflecting his own shocked expression. His daughter, Chloe, had been so secretive lately, always glued to her phone, but he’d chalked it up to teenage angst. Now he knew the truth: a second life, a digital shadow, filled with things he didn't want to even think about. His throat constricted.

He found Chloe in her bedroom, the door closed. He knocked, but got no response. He knocked again, harder this time. Finally, the door creaked open. Chloe stood there, her face a blank canvas. “What?” she asked, her voice flat.

Mark thrust the phone towards her. "This. This is what," he said, the words barely audible. He watched her face crumble as she saw the evidence. He couldn’t look away.