Gemotions

He paced his kitchen, a wide smile plastered on his face. The password – a combination of their cat’s name and a special date, who knew teenagers could be so predictable? David felt a lightness in his chest as he logged in. He’d finally found it, his son, Ethan’s, secret profile. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes; this was going to be fun.

He grabbed a chocolate bar from the counter and ripped open the wrapper, the satisfying crinkle adding to the feeling. He sank into his chair and opened the account. The game was afoot, and he was ready. He could barely contain the grin that threatened to split his face.