Gemotions

Michael surveyed the manicured lawns of his suburban home with satisfaction. The freshly cut grass, the sparkling swimming pool, the meticulously arranged flowerbeds – it was a picture of order, of control. He felt a deep sense of contentment, a certainty in the life he had built.

A cryptic email. A link. He clicked it, then stared, frozen, at the screen. The handwriting was unmistakable. His teenage diary. The private musings, the vulnerabilities, now on display. He felt his face flush with a cold shame.