Gemotions

A tremor of unease ran through David as he scrolled through the feed. Photos of parties, friends he’d never seen before, and a language he didn't quite understand filled the screen. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. He took a slow breath, letting the tension in his shoulders ease.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen. He could feel it in the air, but he closed the laptop instead, opting to let it lie. The kitchen was always a refuge. He’d start the conversation later. He knew the best time was when they were both comfortable.