Gemotions

The air in the living room felt thin, difficult to breathe. Michael felt a sudden urge to pace, but instead, he sat rigidly on the sofa. His sister, Jessica, had just declared her intention to become a Wiccan. He forced himself to take a slow, deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of his heart.

He tried to keep his voice steady. "So…you're saying you're leaving the church?" The words were barely a whisper. He felt a profound sense of…displacement.

He pictured his parents' faces, their reactions. He knew how important their faith was to them. This news was a tidal wave threatening to sweep away everything they held dear. Michael felt a chilling premonition, a sense of impending disruption.