Gemotions

He tore the letter into tiny pieces, the paper ripping easily under his fingers. The pieces fluttered down onto the pristine hardwood floor, a confetti of deceit. David slumped back in his chair, his shoulders slumped. He felt a cold dread creeping into him, a sense of profound disorientation. He’d always prided himself on his self-control, his ability to navigate life with calm efficiency. Now, he felt utterly and completely undone, the world stripped bare of its expected comforts. He kicked at a loose rug.