Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. The profiles, the followers, the explicit comments…it was a world he didn't understand. His daughter, Grace, had always seemed so mature, so responsible. This…this was a different person.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble against his skin. He needed to control his reaction. He knew that if he overreacted, he would push her away. He needed to understand. He felt like his head was in a vice.

He closed the browser, the digital evidence disappearing into the ether. He walked to the window, the city lights blurring through his tears. He felt a deep, almost primal, sense of protectiveness wash over him.