Gemotions

He stared at the phone, the tiny screen suddenly enormous. His knuckles were white against the cold glass. The profile picture, his son, Leo, grinning, but different. Older. More…knowing. David felt a wave of cold wash over him, a prickly sensation that started at the nape of his neck and spread down his spine.

He felt a compulsion to throw the phone, to smash it against the wall. The urge warred with the equally strong feeling that he needed to sit. To understand.

He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions offering no comfort. Outside, the wind howled, a mournful sound that mirrored the turmoil inside him. His stomach churned.