Gemotions

He slammed the car door with such force the metal groaned. He hadn’t been able to eat, couldn't sleep. The curt email had replayed in his head, a constant, grating loop. He drove past Arthur's house, the windows dark, the front lawn overgrown. His fists tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles white. He considered stopping, pounding on the door, demanding an explanation. But what good would it do? He switched off the engine, then sat there, staring at the empty house, a wave of heat washing over him. The audacity of it all. He started the car again and drove on, the silence of the road mirroring the emptiness that now consumed him.