Gemotions

David slammed the laptop shut, the sudden noise echoing in the quiet house. His son, Ben, was laughing at his own jokes. David found it to be irritating, but not as irritating as the revelation.

He stood up and walked away. The information that he'd just seen sat heavily in his stomach. He felt a constant, nagging, background hum of something unsettling that he couldn't put into words.

He found himself pacing his living room. The discovery had stripped away a layer of certainty, leaving him exposed. He needed a drink.