Gemotions

He poured himself a large glass of whiskey, though it was only noon. A deep ache settled in his chest, a physical manifestation of his distress. He kept seeing his son, Leo, staring at his phone, a faraway look in his eyes. He had the feeling that he was watching someone he did not know. The fake account felt like a betrayal.

He walked to the window, the blinds closed. He opened them and looked out at the street. The sun was brilliant, the sky cloudless. He felt a sudden, fierce protectiveness, a desperate need to shield his son from… what? He didn't know. He finished the whiskey and poured another.