Gemotions

The sleek lines of the new sports car in Mr. Collins’ driveway seemed to mock Daniel's broken-down bicycle. He needed a new one for work. The weight of his own circumstances felt heavy, crushing.

He knew Mr. Collins was wealthy, that he owned several properties and had investments. He felt it in every interaction, the casual air of privilege, the effortless ease with which he seemed to navigate the world.

He felt the familiar shame rise, a wave of heat that flushed his cheeks. He could barely make ends meet. He had the option, however humiliating, of asking for help, of using a connection. It was a terrible feeling.