Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights in the storage unit grated on Daniel's nerves. He hadn’t slept properly in days, his mind a constant whirlwind of worries. The discovery of the photos had only made things worse.

His father, the stern and humorless patriarch, had always claimed a military career. The photos, however, portrayed something else.

A series of posed shots that hinted at an artist's soul, a life lived in Parisian cafes with bohemian friends. Daniel’s stomach churned as he realized how carefully constructed his reality had always been. The thought of confronting his father sent a chill through him.