Gemotions

The screen emitted a cold, sterile light that illuminated Robert's features. He leaned back in his chair, a knot forming in his throat. He’d found the hidden account – the one belonging to his daughter, Grace. He scrolled through the photos, the videos.

Robert had always considered himself a good father, a present father. Now, a strange feeling of alienation washed over him. The things Grace posted, the people she interacted with, they were all new, a complete mystery.

He felt a rising tide of unease, a gnawing suspicion that refused to be silenced. He wanted to believe everything was fine, but the evidence before him told a different story. His jaw clenched. He felt a need to fully understand.