Gemotions

He hunched over the computer, the flickering light casting shadows that danced across his face. Every creak of the house, every rustle of leaves outside, sounded like a threat. This secrecy felt like a betrayal. Mark had always strived for open communication.

He knew something was off. His daughter, Lily, was spending hours on her phone, locking herself in her room. He'd tried asking, but she’d just brushed him off. He'd decided on another course.

The screen illuminated with Lily’s secret profile. He clicked on each post, each comment, each photo. His jaw tightened with every click. He had to know the truth. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a tightness in his chest.