Gemotions

The article, formatted with bright colours and upbeat fonts, felt like a slap in the face. His younger sister, Sarah, had sent it to him, the message accompanied by a stream of laughing emojis. He felt a hot flush creep up his neck, a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil.

He slammed his hand on the kitchen counter, the ceramic clattering. The sharp noise startled his wife, who looked up from her cooking with a questioning expression. He couldn’t speak, a lump forming in his throat, choking him.

He grabbed his car keys and walked out, slamming the door behind him. He needed space, distance, to process the betrayal. He wasn't sure where he was going, only that he needed to get away from it all.