Gemotions

"So... you are saying I can't build it?" The words felt foreign leaving his mouth. The lawyer nodded, his expression carefully neutral. Ethan's mind raced, a chaotic jumble of thoughts and regrets. His self-cleaning house, the culmination of years of research, was already a reality. Someone else's reality.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to steady his ragged breathing. His knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of the chair. He felt a sudden, intense heat flush his face. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to demolish something. Instead, he forced a shallow laugh, a sound that felt hollow and empty.