Gemotions

The grand opening reception crackled with the forced energy of champagne flutes and forced smiles. Inside, the curated collection of his digital art was on display. He had never agreed to any of it. He felt the blood drain from his face. His carefully constructed privacy, the shield he'd built around his life, lay shattered.

His pulse accelerated, a furious tattoo against his ribs. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee, to disappear into the anonymity of the city. He made his way to the bathroom, leaned against the cool tile, and took several deep breaths.

He didn't trust his hands, they trembled so.