Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room. Michael sat on the sofa, the phone a heavy weight in his hand. He’d discovered the account a few hours ago, the realization crashing over him like a tidal wave. His son, who he thought he knew, was clearly a different person online.

He took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady himself. His heart was thumping against his ribs. He felt a sudden, urgent need to move, to do *anything* but sit here and stew.

He stood up abruptly, pacing the room. His hands were shaking. He could feel a pressure building in his head, a sense of impending doom. He felt trapped, suffocated by the secrets.