Gemotions

The house felt cold, even with the fireplace blazing. Mark had found something on his son, Alex's, tablet. A social media account he didn't know about. He sat staring at the screen, every image a potential threat.

The silence pressed in on him, amplifying his unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He kept glancing at the clock, each passing minute stretching into an eternity.

He found himself pacing the living room, the wood floorboards groaning under his weight. He replayed the images in his mind, searching for clues, for any sign of what was going on.

He felt a compulsion to confront Alex, to demand answers. But he hesitated. What if he was wrong? The uncertainty was excruciating. He felt like his world was shrinking.