Gemotions

He felt a deep and unsettling unease, a hollowness that threatened to swallow him whole. He found the passbook in the glove compartment of her car, a car she hardly ever drove. The account belonged to his wife, Carol. A substantial sum.

He drove in circles, the familiar streets now unrecognizable. He stopped the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

The world seemed to be closing in around him. He felt as if he had lost his way in a dense fog, unable to see what lay ahead. This revelation had become a heavy weight, pressing down on him, suffocating him.