Gemotions

The password had been surprisingly easy to guess. A combination of the dog’s name and the year of her birth. He felt the tension ease in his shoulders as he logged in. He found the evidence, the posts mocking him, the crude memes about his parenting.

He sat back in his chair, the screen reflecting his grim expression. He felt a slow burn rising. He’d always tried to be a good father, to understand, to be supportive. Now, he felt the sting of betrayal.

He printed everything. Each post, each comment, each insult. He would show them to her at dinner, then watch the color drain from her face.