Gemotions

The silence in the room was almost unbearable. His son, Ethan, had announced his affiliation with a new, controversial religious movement. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones.

He stared at his hands, watching them tremble slightly. He didn't know what to say, what to do. The vibrant posters his son had hung on the walls felt intrusive and threatening. The words, the promises, seemed like a trap.

He rose from his chair, a sudden need to be away from the claustrophobic atmosphere. He walked into the garden, the cool evening air a small comfort.