Gemotions

The flickering television screen offered no solace. Michael stared at it, the images failing to penetrate the thick fog that had settled in his mind. The discovery of the account had been a punch to the gut. A digital double-life.

He swirled the remaining ice in his glass. Everything felt out of sync. He'd tried to have a conversation, a normal conversation, but he got nowhere.

He took a large gulp of his drink, the cold liquid doing nothing to soothe the internal tempest. He hated feeling this way. He just felt... drained.