Gemotions

The house felt stifling. He’d avoided answering the phone all day. He'd seen the email. The job. Gone. He kicked at a stray piece of paper, sending it skittering across the floor. Maya had *always* been the golden child, the one everyone loved.

He felt a tightness in his chest. A burning sensation. He grabbed a glass of water, gulping it down. It didn't help. He turned on the television, hoping to distract himself. The screen flickered, displaying an endless loop of cheerful advertisements. He slammed the remote down and turned it off.