Gemotions

The slow, steady rhythm of the train tracks was a familiar sound to Daniel. He sat on the back porch, watching the metal cars pass in the distance. He’d finally finished the last chapter of a book he had been trying to finish for months. The sun was warm on his face, a gentle caress. He had a glass of iced tea in hand. His phone rang, a persistent interruption to his perfect afternoon. It was his daughter, Chloe.

“Dad, can you come over? I have to tell you something, and I need you there.” Her voice sounded strained.

Daniel exhaled. He would go, of course. He knew he would.