Gemotions

The air in the bedroom seemed thick and stagnant, a reflection of the turmoil swirling within Mark. He sat hunched over his laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes. He barely had the energy to breathe, let alone process the information before him. His daughter, Olivia, a girl he thought he knew so well, had a secret.

The account was a carefully curated performance, a collection of pictures, and videos that revealed a different side of her personality. The words, the images, the whole thing was exhausting to consider. He felt a dull ache in his temples, a constant, throbbing reminder of the secrets she'd kept. He leaned back in the chair, feeling the room go a little dark.