Gemotions

The restaurant’s festive music seemed to blare at an impossible volume. Michael found himself sweating, despite the cool air conditioning. Across the table, a man named Ethan described the romantic weekend getaway to the lakeside cabin. Michael's hands began to shake; he took a swig of water and spilled some. The cabin, the canoe trip, the candlelit dinner... It all matched the story *she* had shared only last Sunday. He felt a wave of nausea. He hadn't felt this disoriented since he got lost in a forest as a child. “Wait a minute,” he blurted out, interrupting Ethan mid-sentence. “What did she say about the… the broken window?”