Gemotions

The ringing phone was a physical blow, a punch to the stomach. Each chime in the otherwise quiet apartment echoed in Daniel's skull. He watched his wife, Chloe, as she answered, turning her back to him, her voice lowered to a murmur. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. The sudden need to pace, to move, to *do something*, was almost overwhelming. The air felt thin, difficult to breathe. He stared at the chipped paint on the wall, the only detail he could focus on.