Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon pressed down on James, making him feel weary and heavy. He sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall. The feeling was a constant pressure. His son, Ryan, had told him he was at a study group.

He wandered into Ryan's room. He noticed Ryan's journal on his bed. James couldn't help himself. He picked it up and opened it. He flipped through the pages. The handwriting was neat, but the content was unfamiliar. There was a section dedicated to a website James had never heard of, filled with cryptic phrases and coded messages.