Gemotions

"This can't be happening," she muttered, the words barely audible. Her stomach churned. The world felt unstable, like she was standing on a boat in a turbulent sea. She took a shaky breath, trying to regain control.

He felt the sweat beading on his forehead. The tow truck's departure felt like a personal violation. The concrete felt hard beneath his feet, and his gaze refused to stay still. He had to know why. He had to know who. He pulled out his phone, his fingers fumbling with the numbers.