Gemotions

The report lay crumpled on the kitchen table, the coffee stain a dark, ugly blot. John raked a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. He'd just finished a grueling day at work, only to find the revelation from his wife. Mark, who he thought was a highly regarded lawyer, was actually just working as a clerk? He'd always known something was off, the vague descriptions and the mysterious late nights. Now, it made sense.

He felt the familiar pressure behind his eyes, a dull ache that seemed to grow with every passing moment. He picked up the report, then tossed it back down. The mess he was facing was beyond belief.