Gemotions

He tasted the bitter tang of regret. He should have known. He should have paid more attention. The secret account, brimming with photos and stories that excluded him, felt like a deliberate barrier.

He pushed away from his desk, the chair scraping against the floor. His palms were slick with sweat. He went to the window, the city lights below blurring into a shimmering haze.

He felt a profound sense of isolation, a sudden recognition that he had failed to truly connect with his son. The weight of it settled on him, heavy and suffocating. He needed air.