Gemotions

He’d always considered himself a modern dad. He’d let his daughter, Sarah, have her phone, the latest model, even paid for it. Then, scrolling through her iPad while she was at school, Mark found it. A separate Instagram account, filled with selfies he'd never seen, with a different name, a different life. A secret life.

His hands shook as he scrolled. He felt a searing heat crawl up his neck, and his ears began to ring. He had prided himself on their open communication. This felt like a betrayal.

He threw the iPad down on the couch, the impact making him jump. He paced the living room, muttering under his breath, then grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him. He needed to drive. He needed to think.