Gemotions

The drive home felt surreal. The familiar streets, once a source of comfort, now felt like a maze, each turn leading him further into an unknown, disquieting territory. Alex had told him about the move to North Carolina over the phone, and his mind was still trying to catch up. He kept replaying the conversation in his head.

He kept missing his exits, driving in the wrong direction. The radio felt grating, so he switched it off. Silence amplified the pounding in his chest. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles ached.

When he finally pulled into his driveway, he sat in the car for several minutes, staring blankly at his house. The setting sun cast long, distorted shadows across his lawn, making the familiar surroundings appear menacing.