Gemotions

"No, no, no," whispered David, the words catching in his throat. He ran his hand through his hair, leaving his fingers tangled and messed up. His car, a gift from his grandmother, was vanished.

The thought of his grandmother, of the value the car had held, intensified the unpleasantness. His legs were wobbly, almost giving way. He wanted to sit down, to hide.

He couldn't even recall any recent bad events that would account for the towing. This was the worst feeling, like standing on the edge of a great cliff.