Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the kitchen counter, a barely contained vibration. He replayed the video in his head, the hidden account's profile picture, the cheeky captions, the clandestine friend requests. His son, Michael, thought he was invincible. A master of secrecy.

He poured himself a glass of iced tea, the clinking of the ice cubes a percussive rhythm to his internal excitement. A grin stretched across his face, wide and unwavering. He'd been looking for a way to connect with Michael, to actually *know* him, and here it was, laid bare.

Liam imagined the look on Michael's face. The embarrassment. The sheepishness. The utter, complete surprise. He felt a surge of energy, a giddy rush that made his hands tremble slightly. He couldn't wait. He was ready to play his hand.