Gemotions

The knot in his stomach tightened with each step he took through the deserted halls of the research facility. His throat felt dry, constricted. He stopped in front of Dr. Albright’s former office, the door a jarring shade of closed. He hadn't seen this coming. This was not the plan. He had expected to work with Dr. Albright for years, maybe decades. Now, his future felt… uncertain. He gripped the strap of his messenger bag, feeling the rough canvas digging into his palm. The world felt too loud, too bright, too…unstable.