Gemotions

He held the phone, the screen a window into a world he didn't know existed. His daughter, Chloe, was using a different name. The profile was a carefully constructed facade, a display of boldness and confidence he rarely saw in her. He felt a buzz, a strange tension building in his body.

He felt a sudden, urgent desire. He felt his palms begin to sweat. He had to keep scrolling. He had to know.

He felt a need to walk. To pace. To do something, anything, to release the torrent of energy flooding through him. He was a voyeur. He was a trespasser. He was in too deep.