Gemotions

The world seemed to spin a little faster than usual for Daniel. He hadn't slept well in days, his mind a constant whirl of anxieties and uncertainties. His head throbbed. He leaned against the kitchen counter, feeling the cool tiles against his cheek, as he waited for the kettle to boil.

His wife, Chloe, had been distant lately, their conversations perfunctory and strained. He found himself wandering into her home office, drawn by a disquiet he couldn't name. On her desk, hidden beneath a stack of unpaid bills, was a single, official-looking document. His gaze fixed on a bold heading: "Investment Account Statement."

The air around him felt thin.