Gemotions

The car keys clattered against the tiled floor as David threw them down. He had been looking for a pen, a simple pen, and instead, he'd found a trail of digital breadcrumbs that led to a chasm he hadn't known existed.

His son, Daniel, was a quiet kid, always buried in books. David had thought he was safe, protected. But the secret account, with its provocative photos and flirty messages, revealed a different truth.

He kicked the couch, the leather protesting with a dull thud. His chest ached, a heavy weight pressing down on him. The world tilted on its axis, and he felt a cold dread settle in his stomach.