Gemotions

The silence of the house was deafening. John slowly closed his son's laptop, the harsh glow of the screen fading away. It was all laid out, the secret account, the private messages, the coded conversations. His stomach felt like lead.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't done in years. His throat constricted, making it difficult to swallow. He felt utterly disconnected, like he was observing everything from the outside.

He walked to the window, the world outside blurred by the sudden moisture in his eyes. He didn't know what to do, what to say. His chest felt constricted. He felt suddenly old.