Gemotions

The aroma of coffee, usually a comfort, offered no solace to Kevin. He sat on the porch, watching the morning mist cling to the ground like a shroud. His son, Sam, had become a closed book, his emotions a mystery, hidden behind a wall of polite distance.

He'd accidentally stumbled on the account. The content was unfamiliar, the tone alien. The photos showed a person he didn't recognize. The comments were sometimes cruel, often cynical.

Kevin felt a profound sense of sadness, a weight that settled in his stomach, making it difficult to breathe. The world felt muffled, distant, and cold.