Gemotions

He'd promised himself he wouldn't look. But he had. Mark felt the familiar burn behind his eyes. His daughter, Olivia, had blocked him, yet he had managed to find the account. The profile was filled with party photos, and ones with a young man he'd never seen before.

He felt the blood drain from his face. The air in the room felt thin, as though it was being sucked out. His throat constricted. He could hardly breathe.

He slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent house. The urge to yell, to break something, was overpowering. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain still, forcing himself to not make a scene.