Gemotions

"Ah, this is the life," Ben muttered, his voice barely audible above the sizzling of the bacon. The Saturday morning was perfect. The air was crisp, and the scent of frying food filled the kitchen. His wife was at the grocery store, the kids were still asleep upstairs. He felt a sense of freedom, the kind that came with a morning alone in the kitchen.

He decided to quickly glance through his daughter's messages. It was something he did often. He was in the middle of it when he saw something odd. An account he didn't know about. A flood of thoughts coursed through his brain. His smile vanished.