Gemotions

The silence of the house was oppressive. He stared at the divorce papers, the words jumping off the page. He felt a vast, empty space opening up within him. His heart felt leaden.

He paced the living room, a caged animal. He felt fragmented, broken. He couldn't think. He felt a constant ache in his chest.

He hated the thought, but he knew what he had to do. He picked up the phone and dialed the number. He'd been trying to avoid this, but it was unavoidable. "Hello, James?" He knew the voice immediately. James Henderson, PhD, and the most cruel bully from his high school.