Gemotions

The office clock ticked relentlessly, each second a hammer blow against his skull. James, hunched over his desk, stared at the screen, the fluorescent lights making his eyes ache. He felt empty.

He had found it, the hidden account of his daughter, Ava. Another life, another set of friends, another personality. The shock had still not worn off.

He felt that he was drowning, the weight of the information pressing down on him. He considered what he should say, what he could say. His mind was blank. He rubbed his face, the stubble scratching against his skin.