Gemotions

He had to sit down. The dizziness threatened to overwhelm him. The memory of the hushed tones coming from the back garden the previous evening replayed in his mind, over and over, now accompanied by the echo of a call he’d accidentally overheard. His palms were slick with sweat. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt impossibly dry. He glanced at the phone, its screen now dark and innocuous on the bedside table. Every instinct screamed at him to throw it, to smash it, to destroy anything connected to this new and terrifying revelation.