Gemotions

The house felt too quiet, the absence of his daughter’s usual chatter a heavy weight. Mark ran a hand across his forehead, trying to clear his thoughts. The private online world he'd found was a stark contrast to the girl he thought he knew. Now, a feeling of unease lingered, a bitter taste on his tongue.

He walked over to the window, staring out at the rain-swept street. He replayed the images in his mind, each one a fresh assault on his peace of mind. He found a sudden desire to shout, to break something.

He turned away from the window, the need to do something, anything, consumed him. He felt a strange tension in his jaw, a muscle that wouldn't relax. His hand clenched into a fist.