Gemotions

The lawyer’s explanations, full of legal jargon and vague reassurances, only fueled John’s internal fire. He sat across from him, his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists. The house, it turned out, was the scene of a bizarre kidnapping. The kidnappers had held the victim for weeks, right here, in the meticulously designed home John had purchased.

He could feel the blood pounding in his temples, the heat radiating through his chest. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. He had trusted them. He had trusted everyone. He should have known.