Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in his hand. He’d spent so much time building his career, he’d neglected the most important thing. His son, Alex, was not the person he thought he was. The posts and comments were a punch to the gut. The realization hit him like a physical blow.

He sat there, the details of the secret account swirling around in his head. The carefully constructed life he had was suddenly irrelevant. He walked over to the window, staring out at the trees. They cast long, accusing shadows.

The house seemed to close in around him. He felt the sting of it, the bitter taste.