Gemotions

The air in the room seemed to thicken as John scrolled through his daughter's hidden Instagram. He hadn’t felt this alive in years. The profile was a whirlwind of color, a vibrant counterpoint to the beige routine of his own life. Each post was a revelation, each comment a tiny thrill. He felt his face flush as he read the flirtatious messages.

He had always considered himself a good father, but a hollowness had been forming inside him. This – this was… different. He felt a physical tension, a tightness in his chest. He stood up abruptly and walked to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked street.

He felt the need to understand, to decode. He needed to know what this meant, this new, exciting world. It was a mission.