Gemotions

John slumped onto the sofa, the remote clattering to the floor. The news blared from the television, but he couldn't process the words. His stomach twisted into a tight knot. The discovery of his daughter, Sarah’s, secret account felt like a betrayal. He’d thought they had a good relationship, that they talked.

He'd found it while trying to “accidentally” stumble across her Instagram. Instead, he’d stumbled onto a page filled with complaints about him, about his rules, about how “uncool” he was. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his calloused fingers. The world felt heavy, suffocating.