Gemotions

He felt his face flush, a heat spreading from his chest to his cheeks. His father, a staunch Presbyterian, was now embracing Islam. The announcement, delivered with quiet conviction, felt like a slap. John stood, his chair scraping loudly against the tile floor. He pointed a trembling finger. "You're *abandoning* everything! Everything we believe in!" The room spun slightly, the floral wallpaper blurring around the edges. He stumbled towards the door, needing to escape the suffocating air.