Gemotions

David sat on the park bench, watching the children play, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He loved this routine. Every day, he watched his daughter, Clara, in the park, his daughter was his entire world. Clara’s mother, his wife, had a career with the company. It was what gave them the freedom to live their lives, and he was grateful.

He saw his wife approaching, a grim expression etched on her face. "We need to talk," she said, her voice tight. The cheerful chatter of the children, the bright sunshine, suddenly felt distant, the air a little thinner.