Gemotions

He felt a tightness in his chest, a physical constriction that made it difficult to draw breath. His daughter, Emily, had declared she was a devout member of the Church of Scientology. The words echoed in his ears as if from a great distance, like the end of a bad movie.

He had always strived to give his children the best of everything, a good education, a secure home, the freedom to choose their own paths. How could he have failed to impart his values? He suddenly wanted to run and hide.

He excused himself from the dinner table, claiming a headache, and retreated to his workshop in the garage. He began to organize his tools, placing each one in its designated place, a desperate attempt to regain control.