Gemotions

The manager’s voice on the phone was smooth, but the words were sharp. "We've received another noise complaint, Mr. Davis." Mr. Davis was usually on top of things, but now he just stared at the phone. He worked as a librarian, and he’d never even raised his voice in his apartment.

He had felt fine this morning, but now a cold sweat was prickling on his skin. He pushed his glasses up his nose, the metal frame suddenly feeling heavy. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. What noise? It made no sense. He had been working all day.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, the pressure doing nothing to ease the pressure building behind his eyes. He glanced at the closed door of his apartment, a feeling of dread growing in his chest. His apartment, usually his sanctuary, now seemed like a place of suspicion.