Gemotions

The HOA meeting was a blur. The room buzzed with accusations. They said it was the "late-night parties," that the noise was "unbearable." David felt completely lost. He lived alone and was in bed by 9 PM most nights.

He stood in the back of the room, feeling his face flush. He was sure they were talking about someone else. People were staring at him, and he felt as if they were all looking at him as if he were an imposter.

He clutched the back of a chair, his knuckles turning white. His vision narrowed, the faces in the room becoming distorted. He wanted to scream, to protest, to shout. But he could only stand there, speechless, a wave of confusion threatening to engulf him.