Gemotions

He had to get out. Liam paced the small space, his shoulder bumping repeatedly against the smooth steel wall. The air conditioning was failing; a trickle of sweat traced a path down his temple. This was going to be the day he was going to miss his daughter's soccer game.

"You okay, Liam?" Brenda, his coworker, looked at him with a cautious expression. He ignored her, continuing his restless march. His gut twisted into knots.

He fumbled with his phone, the screen stubbornly blank. No signal. He shoved the useless device back into his pocket, muttering under his breath. The elevator seemed to shrink with every passing minute.

He felt a sudden, powerful urge to scream, to break something. His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain control.