Gemotions

The house seemed too quiet. Michael stared at the laptop, the screen displaying the hidden account. Her son, Jake, had always been so open and honest. But the profile told a different story. He felt a weight pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

He paced the living room, the rug beneath his feet feeling uneven. He needed to get his bearings. What was the best way to handle this? The fear gnawed at him. He knew he didn't want to make things worse.

He glanced at the door leading to Jake's room. He wanted to go in and talk. But he felt frozen. He felt a profound sense of helplessness. His hands were shaking.