Gemotions

He grabbed his coat, the fabric feeling rough against his skin. The city outside, normally vibrant and exciting, felt dull and gray. He’d just received a call, and the information felt like a punch to the gut. Laura, who had presented herself as a renowned journalist, was just a *librarian*?

He walked out into the cold, a sharp wind whipping at his face. He pulled his collar up, the chill doing nothing to numb the anger that was now coursing through him. He quickened his pace, needing to get away.