Gemotions

His stomach twisted into a painful knot. David’s brother, a free spirit if ever there was one, was becoming a Hare Krishna devotee. The news landed on him like a physical blow. He gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white. The kitchen, usually a place of warmth and comfort, suddenly felt hostile. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. He avoided looking at his brother, his gaze fixed on a crack in the tile. "But… your music," he croaked, the words barely audible. A wave of dizziness washed over him.