Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to soothe the tightness in his chest. "Retired," the receptionist had said, her voice devoid of any emotion. Daniel had been expecting a crucial meeting with Professor Evans, the man who had cultivated his passion for archaeology. Now, his mind raced, replaying every interaction, searching for a clue, a sign. The silence in the empty lecture hall, usually filled with the professor’s booming voice, seemed to press in on him. He felt compelled to stand, walk, do anything to escape the hollow feeling.